Free Naughty Neighbors by Destiny Blaine Page B

The submissive women he had taken to his bed in the past respected him, but they weren’t afraid of him.
    “No, Sir,” she whispered, only he detected a little apprehension in her voice.
    “Is the booze starting to wear off?”
    “Yes.”
    Rubbing his lips together, he held up his right hand, forced his fingers together and flattened his palm against her mound, striking her pussy with a quick swat.
    “Oh God!” she cried out, her body wracked by pleasure. Her inexperience likely told her she had just responded to pain. She was too green to know the difference.
    He smoothed his hand over her bare flesh. “Do you want me to stop?”
    There was a mix of confusion in her eyes, an expression stamped on her face that he would’ve loved to have captured in a snapshot.
    Yes, indeed. Mr. Kapertone had made a detrimental error for sure. Zak was bound and determined to make Kara his woman and his willing submissive. He would train her right the first time to insure no other man ever took his place, not even the man who was responsible for sending these glorious gifts he now gladly put to good use.
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    After he’d spanked her pussy, he left her in the bedroom alone. He’d gone to the bathroom to relieve himself but she was beginning to think he had passed out cold in there. He had been in the master bath for quite a while.
    Kara stared at the ceiling and wondered then. Where were Kemper and Carly? Were they on their honeymoon? Were they flying around the country or jet-setting to Paris? Was Kemper planning some sort of in-town rendezvous during the Longhorns’ bye-week or were they just going to live as newlyweds and forego the honeymoon until the season ended?
    She jerked her restraints in an effort to sit then noticed the bathroom door was cracked. She stretched her neck in an effort to see. She was far more interested in what Zak was doing than playing the Carly and Kemper guessing game.
    “Did I tell you to try and break free of the restraints?” He strolled across the bedroom floor, inching toward her like a predator rather than a lover. The thought of being Zak’s prey didn’t frighten her. Instead, it lit a fuse deep inside her, and wound her up so tightly she was ready to blow.
    “No, Sir,” she replied, wishing he would come back to bed. Even though he hadn’t done much more than tease her, she longed to have him nearby. His presence was comforting, not to mention arousing.
    After he had spanked her pussy, he explained why he had chosen that precise moment to strike her mound. She had forgotten to address him properly. When properly provoked, and due in part to the defiance displayed, he could punish her for hours.
    He would punish her for hours. If pain led to the pleasure she’d felt, she’d drive him to paddle her from front to back.
    She couldn’t begin to imagine what he could do to her in an hour’s time, much less a few more. When his hand had struck her pussy, she’d never known such hardcore desire. A flood of moisture had coated her pussy lips, making her moan aloud. She’d tried to squeeze her legs together and ease the burn, alleviate the continual throbbing.
    Her reward for that little attempt was insane. He’d stretched her legs still wider, secured them again and left her to think about her behavior.
    “What are you doing over there?” she asked, growing more and more anxious with each passing second.
    “Did I ask you to speak, sub?”
    The way in which he addressed her and the guttural longing in his voice made her cling to the cloth-encased rope binding her to the bed. She gasped in surprise and looked down at her chest, noting how his voice alone had left her nipples beaded, her arms covered in chill bumps.
    “I’m pleased with your tolerance,” Zak said, returning to the bathroom. A minute later he emerged, sporting only a tented towel, which had to be a good sign.
    His eyelids were heavily hooded. He strolled to the end of the bed and released her ankles. Placing one knee on