She’s almost shouting. “That’s right.” I nod. “According to your contract.”
I watch as she realizes the full implication of her actions. Her emotions play out so adorably across her gorgeous face. She doesn’t know how to hide them.
Her eyes shift left to right. I down the rest of my scotch as I watch her processing, thinking back to when she so casually signed her name with her finger.
“What…punishment?” she finally whimpers.
“Oh, you’ll see.” I smirk as I stand.
Joan looks away as the soap suds drip from my naked body. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist, feeling the pressure against my swollen manhood.
“It’s time you learned, Joan. You don’t make mistakes when it comes to me.”
I step out of the tub and gesture to the door. She turns and quickly walks ahead of me, giving me my first real view of her ass. Even her plain pants can’t hide its shape.
My hands buzz as I think about just how easy it would be to reach out and grab it. Give those plump cheeks a nice squeeze.
That would really rattle her.
She sucks in a breath as we walk. “Where…are we going?”
“This way.” My heart pounds against my ribs as I place a hand on her shoulder and guide her down the hall.
She’s so small beneath my grip. I have complete control and power over her.
When we reach the closet door, I stop and stare down at her. She can barely hold my gaze for more than a second before looking away.
Poor girl. She’s still trembling, her tiny knees knocking together as she stands, barely even coming up to the middle of my chest.
Gently, I run my finger across her cheek, feeling the smooth skin…the warmth…
Then I open the closet door. And what Joan sees inside causes her to drop to her knees.
“No—” The quiver in her voice sends a jolt of excitement through my chest.
“You didn’t follow my instructions, Joan,” I state, taking her by the arm.
“Amon, please…”
Poor girl. I almost feel bad as I grab the bundle of rope from where it hangs and wrap it around her wrist. “You didn’t listen to me, Joan. Now it’s time for you to learn your lesson.”
And then, with my hand on her back, I lead her into the closet.
3
JOAN
What in God’sname is happening?
My step-brother has my wrists tied together and is dragging me into a closet, simply because I brought him an orange instead of a grapefruit?
Waves of panic seize my gut, twisting my stomach into knots.
He said he’s going topunishme, but the way he almost smirked when he said it…it’s like he thinks I’m going to enjoy it.
Amon is a big, strong guy, but I never thought he would actually hurt me. I’m not so sure now. What really has me worried, though, is some sort of strange contraption sitting on the floor of the closet.
It’s all black and looks like a saddle with an electrical cable running to the wall. On the floor beside it are two steel eye-bolts.
