Oh my God.“Whichever you prefer, Sir.”She looked over her shoulder.“Does that earn me a punishment?”
“It does.One stroke on each ass cheek.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said miserably.She brought her head back to neutral and looked at the floor.
The first landed on her left buttock.A brush, something sensual that she barely felt.He followed it by a stroke on her right side.It bit and made her gasp.But it reignited her arousal.
“How was that?”
She hesitated.He’d left her hungry for more.But she was reluctant to reveal that she’d liked it.“Better than I imagined.”
He rubbed a thumb over each place he’d landed the strokes then said, “You can get back up.”
She accepted his hand.
Her dress fell back into place, and she rubbed her right butt cheek through the material.
He coiled up the whip and rehung it on the wall.It didn’t surprise her that he retrieved the towel, folded it and returned it to its rightful place.
Control was definitely the correct word to define his personality.
“These are crops.”He pointed to the far side, continuing his earlier conversation as if he hadn’t just delivered two exquisite lashes that made her mind spin.“This is a spanker.”He took it down and offered it to her.
At first glance it looked like a leather paddle.But he showed her it was actually two different pieces.“This one, you may actually like.”
Which meant there could be others she wouldn’t.
“This weekend, we can experiment with anything you choose.In fact, we can use all of them if you’re up for it.”
She couldn’t breathe.
“Spend Saturday with me.We’ll have some instructional time followed by a nice dinner, like a normal date, be seen in public together so that the announcement of our marriage will seems more realistic.”
“If it happens.”
“My lawyer is drawing up the prenuptial.I assume you’ve spoken to yours?”
“I was waiting until tomorrow.”She shook her head.“I mean, until after we’d been alone.”He, on the other hand, had known or at least suspected she’d respond well to him.Lara supposed she should be heartened by his confidence, but she was feeling slightly out of control and had been since the moment she’d walked into his office with her proposal.She’d had no idea what she was getting into.
“That’s fine.You can expect mine tomorrow, and you can make any amendments, have your lawyer review it and send it back.”
“Of course.”She reminded herself they were talking about a business transaction.But that was difficult to remember with the way her buttocks still burned.She’d felt the impact of his single tail and she was staring at countless other instruments of torture.
“This…”
He waited.
Lara was beginning to realize what a strength his silence could be.It forced someone else to speak, gave him the opportunity to think, respond and strategize.She vowed to learn from him.
Time stretched, and she wondered what kind of commitment he was demanding from her.He’d said Dominance was part of his personality, and this underscored it.“How often would we use this room?”
“Daily.”
Her heart stopped.“Are you serious?”
“No.”He grinned.
She closed her eyes to regroup.
