Free Bound by Blood (The Contract Book 3) by Suzanne Steele Page A

couple of issues here that need to be dealt with. Do you know the answer to the riddle?”
    A wave of relief washes over me. Maybe there is some hope on getting out of any discipline, namely the cane. “She is marking off the days of her captivity on the concrete wall at the back of her cage.”
    “Very good. That means you have avoided the cane.”
    I smile, relieved.
    “But…” His face holds a sadistic expression as he continues, “there is still the matter of you dazing off and not listening to my instructions. Tell me, what exactly are you thinking of when your mind wanders?”
    “That it’s getting harder and harder to walk away from her and leave her with that sociopath.” I begin to rise up as if we are going to have a civil conversation.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” He gives me no time to answer which clearly reveals to me that the question is rhetorical. The sardonic raising of his brow isn’t putting my mind at ease either.
    “So we can add lying to the list of fuck-ups you have managed to achieve in just one night’s work.” He gently rubs the pad of his thumb over my cheek as he intently watches my face for any change in expression. There is something very sinister about not only what he is doing, but the look on his face while he is doing it.
    “I haven’t lied to you!”
    “Very well, that means you’ll answer my next question honestly.”
    Shit! This is going downhill rapidly. My heart is racing in anticipation of his next question.
    “Do you ever think about sneaking away and doing a job on your own?”
    I’m not deceived by the innocent college boy look he holds on his visage. I know him all too well and I know there is a monster lurking behind that baby face of his. In Miller’s case, looks are very deceiving.
    My answer is one of avoidance but he knows me too well to not see through my strategy. Nobody can read people like he can, at least not anyone I’ve ever met.
    “It’s getting harder to walk away from her.” My voice has carries a hint of pleading even though I know instinctively that there will be no mercy shown to me tonight.
    He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, an act I know is a desperate attempt to ward off the anger he is feeling. He breathes in deeply and exhales as he rises and makes his way behind me. I brace myself for what I know is coming as he slowly and methodically raises the mini-skirt I’m wearing. The scrap of material offers me no protection from this man on a mission.
    “You can always say no and all of this ends.” The fact that he is giving me a choice only makes this discipline harder. I wish he would just hurry up and get it over with. I bite my tongue to keep myself from voicing just that.
    His thumbs hook into the sides of my G-string and he slowly slides it down my legs. “Kick the panties off, Stormy. Good girl. See, you can listen and obey… when you want to. I believe it’s just a matter of making you want to.”
    I’m already crying and it has nothing to do with pain and everything to do with the intensity of the training he puts me through.
    The sting of the first slap is fucking brutal and I scream out. Back and forth on each cheek until I’m no longer crying, I’m sobbing. My fingers have all but dug into the wood of my desk, just trying to maintain the position he mandated. His hand gently rubs over the heat radiating from my backside.
    “I hate you. I hate you,” I repeat in a full blown, snotty sob.
    I hear his pants unzip and I know what’s coming.
    “You hate me? I find that very hard to believe. According to your pussy, I’d say you like me—a lot. Tell me you hate me while I fuck you on your desk that I now own, while I’m deep in your pussy that is now my property. Tell me how far your contempt for me goes while I plummet into your wet depths with my cock that you made so hard with your crying and screams for mercy.”
    He grabs a fistful of hair and yanks my head back so that my mouth is