Free Undone Rebel (Undone Lovers, Book One) by Lila Dubois Page A

good. When he returned, she kept her knees up, but inched her feet apart, exposing her pussy.
    “Perfect, beautiful,” he murmured, dropping to a knee to trace the insides of her legs with two fingers.
    Lane rolled to his feet and pulled one of the dining chairs in front of the fire. He positioned a small ottoman to one side.
    “That looks good,” SJ said from behind Addie. “The photos will be beautiful.”
    Addie had almost forgotten about the photographer, and the knowledge that her spanking would be captured on film…aroused her. With a moan, she buried her face against her knees.
    “Adelita, come here.” Lane’s voice was cold, harsh. The strong, gentle man who’d promised her freedom if she let go was gone.
    Addie slid from the couch, more embarrassed by her arousal than afraid. For all his sudden harshness, she wasn’t expecting this to hurt. Lane liked her, he wanted to pleasure her. She’d had a few boyfriends spank her during sex, and it had always turned her on, though she’d never admitted how much.
    Lane took a seat in the chair, the fireplace at his back. He sat at the edge of the chair, his right leg forward, the left tucked to the side.
    “Put your hips across my thigh. You may rest your face and shoulders here,” he pulled the ottoman into position near his leg, “since it’s your first spanking. Next time you’ll have to brace yourself on the floor.”
    Addie bent her knees, resting her belly against his leg and then sliding her upper body forward, the denim rough against her skin. Her shoulders and cheek lay on the leather ottoman. She hugged the sides with her arms.
    “Bend your knees, legs together. Put your toes on the floor.”
    Addie could just see Lane out of the corner of her eye. He pulled a brush from his waistband. It was a simple, square wood-backed hairbrush with black boar bristles.
    The cool wood of the brush’s back rubbed over her right ass cheek. “Do you remember what I said, that there’s a difference between a spanking for pleasure and one for punishment?”
    “Yes.” The words puffed against the ottoman. Addie’s pussy lips, pressed between her closed thighs, were throbbing in need despite her recent orgasm. She couldn’t deny that she liked it when he took that harsh, commanding tone with her.
    “If this were for pleasure I would play with your pussy before, make sure you were close to orgasm, maybe put a vibrating egg in that sweet little puss so you’d come while I spanked you.”
    Addie bit her lower lip. That sounded good, really good. Why wouldn’t he do it already?
    “But that’s not what this is. This is punishment, for disobeying and for hiding yourself from me. Do you understand?” The hairbrush was now circling her left ass cheek.
    “Yes.”
    Hurry up.
    “After each spank you’ll count and thank me. Since this is a formal punishment you’ll say, ‘One, thank you, Master Lane.’ Repeat it.”
    “One, thank you,” Addie paused, licked her lip, “Master Lane.”
    Smack.
    The brush cracked down on her right ass cheek. Addie went still in shock. That hurt . The sting of the slap on her skin was followed by a deeper throb in her ass muscle.
    “Ouch! Are you insane?” Addie lifted her shoulders, elbows braced on the ottoman. “That hurts.”
    “You thought it wouldn’t?” Lane’s face was a cool mask, registering none of the remorse or regret she expected.
    “I mean, it really hurts.”
    “It’s punishment.”
    “You, you can’t do this.” Addie’s breath picked up speed. Now she was afraid.
    “You were warned. You were told there would be physical contact during these sessions.” Lane grabbed the back of her neck with his left hand and forced her down. “Because you failed to count, we’re starting over.”
    “Lane.”
    He pressed the bristles into her ass cheek, a thousand sharp prods. “Yes?”
    “You’re hurting me.” Her voice wavered a little.
    “You thought I wouldn’t?”
    When he said it out loud it sounded