He started undoing her corset, kissing her shoulders, skimming his lips along her back.
The buzz of his lips made her shudder, and she pressed back against him as he slowly undid the ties of her corset.
“You were the best dress patient in the place, dear heart.”
Ella leaned back against him, laughing.
At the hospital, Ella had a moment of embarrassment, knowing she was dressed to teach a class at Club Bandit.But her sparkly red corset was pretty, and she’d paired it with a skirt that reached her ankles.Nothing about the outfit was overly sexual or inappropriate, and she’d been proud of herself for not caring what she looked like.
“You are still mine.”Zee kneaded her breasts, holding them in his palms slowly drawing tiny circles across her nipples with his fingertips.
She bit her lip as his slow, insistent touch set her nerve endings simmering and arousal flared low in her belly.
It hurt to move her right arm, even a little, and it was hard to stay still under his touch.
But with every firm pull and soft tease, Zee took her mind off the pain from the dislocated shoulder and away from the emotional storm of thoughts that was brewing under the surface.
“Always, yours.”
He dropped her breasts, slid his hands down her skirt and helped her step out of it.
“Don’t you ever forget it,” he held his palm against her bottom, the heat of his palm making her wet and she gasped, her nipple drawing tightly as he slipped her panties off her ass.
“I never, ever will, Master.”
She sucked in a breath as he wrapped his strong forearm around her waist, startled when his open palm spanked her.
“You’re supposed to take care of my property.”He spanked her harder this time, hitting just above her thighs and it made her squirm against his grip.
Ella gritted her teeth, tears pricking at her eyes, as he spanked her over and over but she wasn’t sure if that was because of the pain, or because she was relieved Zee was treating her normally.
“I know!”Ella let out a whine, not wanting to say sorry because he told not too twice and she didn’t want to say it now.
All she could do was acknowledge his frustration and take her punishment.
The crack of his hand against her bottom rang out; her ass felt like it was on fire and she cried out.
“There’s more to come, girl.”
He spanked her again, and she stood still, as his hand struck her, his arm pressing against her waist keeping her steady.
His hand fell on her bottom, in a steady quick rhythm that made her gasp in time with his palm landing on her ass, spreading a new wave of fire across her bare skin, even as she was drenched between her legs and as he kept spanking her, the tension and stress of the night slowly eased away.
“That’s my girl.Does that feel better?”
“Yes, Master,” she gulped in air, as he kissed her cheek tenderly and brushed away her tears.
“Sit here, dear heart,” he guided her to the armchair in the corner.
Her feet dragged as she walked, the throbbing in her arm slowing her movements.
She sat gingerly, the fabric scraping her burning skin.
“Is that hard on your shoulder.”
“No, Master.The chair gives my shoulder enough support.”
“Good.I’ll be right back.”Zee whistled nonchalantly and strolled over toward their closet.
