Free Taking Chances by S.J. Maylee Page B

don’t—”
    “You don’t want a relationship,” she said and walked
toward him. “We never made any promises to each other. No plans were made. It’s
okay, really.” Her chest ached, but she wouldn’t let him see. She stood tall,
shoulders back, and her hands gripped into her thighs like a lifeline.
    The room was quiet as they stared at each other.
Quietly he stepped around her and walked to the door. He was walking out,
predictable.
    He stopped at the door, locked it, and returned to
her.
    “We may not have voiced our promises, Lydia, but I don’t
always make my motives known. I haven’t yet mentioned the club because we simply
haven’t had time to discuss it, and to be honest, I’m not sure you’re ready.”
    “Ready?”
    “Do you know what would happen if I were to take you
to the club?” He slipped around her and sat in the chair. His hand snaked
around her hips.
    “No.” Sweat broke out on her forehead, and nerves
danced in her chest.
    He pulled, and she landed across his lap. One hand
held her upper body down, and the other fought to gain access between her
thighs.
    “Open. Now.”
    His deep command had no problem cutting through her
crumbling resolve.
    His fingers found her bare and now wet pussy. “I’m
not going anywhere, and you, my sweet, gullible Lydia, will be receiving your
first real punishment.”
    “You—”
    “I advise you to be quiet now.”
    ****
    Her voice and her squirms stopped, and he pulled at
the tatters of his control. He would certainly threaten the tiny bit of trust
he’d been building if he let loose. He craved domination not only over his submissives , but over himself as well. He wouldn’t let
himself think about all she was willing to walk away from for one of Gina’s
lies. His hand would help her to remember communication was their only way.
They would survive only by trusting each other.
    Even now, he could sense her conflict. Her pussy
wept with pleasure, but her heart hammered against his thigh. The unease would
stop her from truly enjoying what he could offer. In this moment, she should
let go and let him dominate. He pushed his finger deep into her passage.
    “Do you think coming to this bathroom and hiding
from me was a good decision?” A second finger followed the first.
    “Ah … no, Sir.”
    “Next time, you will come directly to me.” He
stroked the inside of her hot channel.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Excellent. I need to punish you for not
communicating.” He removed his fingers from her and rubbed her right butt
cheek. “Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “You have the power to end this all here and now. All
you have to say is red and we won’t speak of this again, or say yellow if you
want to talk it through. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “We will communicate, or next time I will not be so
gentle.” He smacked her right cheek with restrained force.
    “Ouch!”
    Ignoring her protest he delivered a series of five
more smacks, alternating between cheeks. The slow glow caught his attention.
The outline of his hand was not yet visible, but the skin turned to a rosy hue.
    His fingers weaved back between her thighs. He found
wetness seeping down her thigh. It might be punishment, but it pleased him she
enjoyed his firm hand. Even her tiny nub had hardened and extended.
    “You will count the next five for hiding from me. Do
you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir. One … two … ouch, three … four … five.”
    His fingers entered her once more. Thrusting in and
out of her passage, he found a rhythm and grinned broadly at the deep rosy glow
of her back side. His mark. Her acquiescence brought
him pleasure, and he’d return the favor, eventually.
    Her legs widened their position, giving him even
more. His heart jumped unexpectedly. Why did this woman make him want to break all
his rules? Until yesterday, he would have thought her mute. No,
not Lydia. She was a wonder to him.
    “What do you need, Lydia?” he asked as he slammed
his