I tilt my head, dropping bobby pins one by one onto the desktop until her hair falls down in waves onto her back, then I reach up with both hands, dragging my fingers over her scalp in slow, rhythmic movements. She moans and her eyes close as she lets me massage her scalp. As much as I want to spoil her as long as she’ll allow it, this is the time for my submissive’s first lesson.
Tightening my fists in her hair, I tug her head back until her eyes fly open.
Smirking, I say, “As this is your first punishment, I’m going to give you a choice.” Flicking my gaze past her, I scan the tools at my disposal. “Hand, paddle, or flogger.”
Her answer comes swiftly and without hesitation. “Hand, Sir.”
As much as I would love to mark her with my palm, it’s apparent that she desires that as well. What kind of punishment would a spanking be if she so desperately wants one?
“We’ve eliminated my hand. Paddle or flogger?”
She sucks in a breath, eyes searching mine in a panic.
“Tell me the colors of the stoplight and what they mean.”
“Red means s-stop,” she says, voice strained by the way I have her head tipped back. “Yellow means slow. Green means go.”
“Good girl. What color are we right now?”
Her nostrils flare on a deep breath. “Green, Dominus.”
“Paddle or flogger?” When she doesn’t immediately respond, I tighten my fists in her hair.
“Flogger, Sir!”
“Good girl.” Releasing her, I settle back into the chair and point to the wall. “Go grab the flogger.” Her mouth drops open in shock and I chuckle, motioning toward her. “Speak your mind.”
“You changed the game.”
“I did. Tell me your color.”
Her lips press into a frustrated line, but she grinds out an affirmative “Green,” for me, and I fall for her a little harder. She’s a stubborn little thing.
Sutton walks quickly to the wall, grabs the leather flogger, then returns to me, that defiant jut of her chin reminding me of the woman I know outside of these walls.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sutton
I can’t quite pinpoint any one particular emotion, but it’s safe to say I’m feeling them all. As Dominus watches me from behind that black leather mask, I start to get antsy, questioning myself as time ticks slowly by.
What am I doing here?
Am I seriouslypayinga stranger to call me a brat and spank me?
It’s weird what I’m doing, right?
Isn’t it?
I mean, whoamI?
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now,” he says, trailing those leather strips through his fingers as he looks up at me from his chair.
I snort, then quickly cover my mouth. I doubt he’d appreciate my laughter. “Sorry, Sir.”
Good grief, would you listen to me? I sound like someone else. I don’t even know who I am right now with all thisyes, sir, sorry, sirbullshit. I’dneverspeak to a man like this outside of this room. Can you even imagine? I hold my own in a world dominated by assholes, but in here I’m suddenly the complete opposite? What does that say about me?
Dominus snaps his fingers and I startle.
