Page 90 of Until I Own You

“Lift your chin.”

I do so, avoiding eye contact.

He withdraws my training collar form his pocket, wraps it carefully around my neck, locks it.

Seth rubs his jaw. I can hear he’s unshaven. I bet that would burn so good between my legs if he were to…

“How should I punish you today, pet?”

Seth gets to his feet, leaving me on my hands and knees. He goes to the closet. The sounds of all the familiar toys start to clatter. Paddle, riding crop, flogger.

But there are other ways he can punish me. He can bind me in strange contortions, tie me up, edge me without letting me orgasm.

“None of them are speaking to me.” He sighs. “Pet, come choose your punishment.”

I crawl across the room.

Seth watches me, his smirk in my periphery.

The fact that I can please him by doing such simple things feels unreal.

Crawling, kneeling, bending over and taking a hand to my ass over and over…and those simple things make me perfect in his eyes. I am good by being the simplest and truest form of myself.

“What do you think? What kind of punishment should you get for distracting your Master?” Seth asks, stepping beside the armoire.

None of the punishments look good to me either. Not because they aren’t delicious-feeling. But none of them feel as personal as I’d like.

“Speak, pet.”

“I would like your hand, Sir.”

Seth chuckles and crouches down to be eye level with me. “You want me to spank you with my hand?”

“I want…” I am not used to communicating my want. The only time I’ve been able to do so was choosing my collar. But training, Seth has said, is about learning the rules so we can learn to feel each other without speaking.

I can’t explain my desire.

Seth remains quiet.

“Yes, Sir.”

Seth nods. “Very well.”

I have been punished before. By the hand, the paddle, the flogger.

My heart palpitates.

Seth reaches out and grabs my ponytail. He stands and goes toward the bed, using my ponytail like a leash. Not pulling hard, but enough that if I resisted it would cause significant pain.

“You know the position.” He sits down.

I follow his instruction and bend over his legs.

Seth’s hand caresses my ass cheeks, warming me up. “You have ruined your training tonight, pet. Ruined my concentration with this fucking stunt you’ve pulled.”

I bite down on my lower lip.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

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