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

stupid that she’d banked on his liking her as a means of escaping the punishment he’d promised.
    “Addie, I may call this play, but it’s serious. You need to know that your actions have consequences, and that my orders must be obeyed.” The stab of bristles disappeared. “I’m starting again.”
    Smack. He spanked her left ass cheek.
    “One,” she took a shuddering breath, “thank you, Master Lane.”
    Smack.
    This blow landed on her right cheek, near the first strike. Addie whimpered and shook, her whole body reacting to compounded pain. She turned her face into the leather, squeezing her eyes shut.
    “Adelita.”
    “Two, thank you, Master Lane.” The words were muffled.
    He landed the next four blows in rapid succession, by the end of the set she was jumping and thrashing against him.
    “It hurts. That hurt.” Tears spilled down her face as she turned her head to the side to look at Lane.
    He said nothing, merely pressed the bristles into her ass, a pointed, prickly reminder.
    “Three, four, five, six, thank you, Master Lane.”
    “You’re taking this well.” Lane used the bristles to pull on her left ass cheek, separating it from the right so cool air flowed over her anus. “Only four more.”
    “I can’t, it hurts too much.” Each word came out as a small hiccupping sob.
    “You earned ten, so you’ll get ten.”
    Lane stroked a firm hand from her neck to the top of her ass and back. “Four more.”
    He varied the last strikes, dropping them to the soft skin at the bottom of the cheeks and directly across the crack. The fiery pain radiated up her ass and down her thighs. Each blow jiggled her ass cheeks and pussy. The sharp sting of the slaps faded a moment after each blow, but then the deeper heat spread.
    By the time he was done, Addie was a thrashing, crying mess.
    “I’m more than willing to start again,” Lane said, digging the bristles into the soft skin off her upper thigh. “Your ass is gorgeous spanked, and it will only get prettier the more I spank it.”
    “Seven.” Addie stopped to catch her breath, try to control herself. “Eightnineten. Thank you, Master Lane.”
    “I’ll let that go, it was your first spanking.”
    Lane helped her to stand, then made her turn so he could inspect her ass. He pinched it softly and Addie jumped away.
    “Come back here,” he ordered.
    Looking over her shoulder, Addie took a step back. She stood there, shuddering and shaking as he pinched and stroked her beaten ass.
    “You look good this way. I can’t promise that I won’t want to spank you again, but next time it won’t be so hard. Just enough to sting,” he spanked her ass lightly with his hand and she whimpered.
    Lane pulled her down so she was sitting on his lap and opened her legs, tucking them outside his own. Addie laid her head back on Lane’s shoulder. His fingers traced patterns along her belly and the lower swell of her breasts, staying away from her nipples and sex. In minutes, Addie was lifting her hips, thrusting into the air.
    “It turned you on when I spanked you, didn’t it?”
    “Yes.” Addie turned her lips against his neck. She wanted to kiss him, bite him, lick the sweat from his hairline.
    “What turned you on?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Not good enough, you have to think, you have to tell me.”
    “That you didn’t stop, even when I said it hurt. That was…it’s bad, but I liked it. And that you were so precise, the way you touched me, so stern.” Addie lifted her hips as his hand drifted lower, toward her sex, but his fingers trailed north, toward her breasts.
    “Please, Lane, please.”
    “What do you need?”
    “To come.”
    “I want something first.”
    “What? What? You can have anything.”
    “I want to fuck your ass.”

Chapter Four
     
    Addie stilled, her abused ass falling back against Lane’s lap.
    “I’ve never done that before.”
    “I know, you told me. I want to be your first.”
    “We can’t have sex.”
    Lane grinned.