He smirked before dropping his grip on my arms. I collapsed to the floor, glaring up at him.
Sebastian shrugged, grip still tight on my leash. He stepped ahead of me, while continuing to keep a close eye on me. He twisted the rope around a five foot high stone sculpture that’d required two men to carry inside the house. Realization hit me.
I lunged from my sprawled position towards the rope. His oversized hand caught my neck and pressed my face into the carpet. Scents of clean linen overpowered my nose.
A moment later the pressure was released from my neck, and I moved my head up from the thankfully clean carpet. The rope was now knotted around the statue, and if the intricate work of the knot was any indication I wouldn’t get it undone easily.
“Say the safeword, if you want to stop,” he said.
Sebastian’s arms were crossed, and he stared down at me. The hunger in his eyes told me he wanted to continue, but I knew from his reaction to my safeword earlier that he’d stop immediately if I said it.
“I’m not a fucking dog. You can’t just-” I started.
“Are you sure about that? Because right now, you seem like my bitch.”
My mouth gaped open. No man had ever spoken to me like that. But my mouth wasn’t the only thing close to drooling.
Sebastian nodded at me. “Get on your feet. It’s time to take responsibility for how you acted earlier,” he said.
I thought back to his words about giving it to me two-fold. What did he have in mind? I tested the give on the rope. There was less than a foot of space between my hands and the statue.
“You idiot, I can’t exactly stand up straight like this.”
His eyes flashed. “Who said anything about standing up straight? You should keep your head bowed in front of your superiors.”
I should have been thinking of all the ways I could gut him. Instead, my traitorous pussy was tightening and beginning to drip.
Each of his large hands gripped my ankles and pushed them back. Once they were firmly planted on the ground, he grabbed the waistband on my pants and yanked upwards. My ass was hanging in the air, and I glared between my ankles at him. Suddenly, I realized what was coming, but for some reason I didn’t want to stop it.
His large feet moved into my line of vision. Then a sharp sensation went up my hip, and the sound of the smack echoed through the room. It wasn’t painful, more shocking than anything.
“Was that supposed to hurt?” I growled.
Why was I pushing him?
“No, this isn’t about pain. It’s a reminder of who you are: a bratty little slut who likes to get punished.”
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t you feel a little embarrassed? You could’ve just walked into the living room, and pretended to be meek when my men arrived. Instead you allowed me to bend you over, and spank you. Allowed me to tie you in place like a dog. How does it feel to know that’s what you desire?”
My thighs tightened together. Damn it, I shouldn’t feel so turned on by that.
Another smack hit against my other butt cheek.
“So shame turns you on,” he said.
“Fuck you,” I spit back.
“Would you be more turned on if there were cameras here watching you squirm?”
“There are no cameras.”
“But you wish there were. You wish your former underlings could see you getting put in your place.” He smacked my butt again.
“No, I don’t,” I gritted out.
Sebastian let go of his hold on my waistband. My knees buckled, and I fell face first onto the carpet. The scent of detergent dug into my nose. I rolled over, but the ropes kept my arms strained up above me.
