Page 99 of Savage Obsession

I’ve never known her seem so scared, even back in Poland, dealing with the aftermath of Gerek.

A degree of trepidation is good, adds to the ambience and general impact. But abject fear is quite another matter. I brush her lips with mine and manage a smile. “I do promise. This will soon be over, then we can go back and see what Janey has planned for supper.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You will be. A spanking tends to help work up an appetite, or so I’m told.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Well, in a manner of speaking.” I’m an enforcer, I’ve administered more punishment beatings than I care to recall. “Not quite like this, though,” I admit.

“Like what, then?”

“Shall we not dwell on that right now? Let’s just get on with today’s business.”

Her brow creases in disbelief. “What do you… want me to do?”

I take a step back and loosen the cuffs on my shirt. I roll up my sleeves.” Take your clothes off. Everything. Then lie facedown across the bed.”

She stares at me. Long moments pass before either of us moves. I’m on the point of repeating my instruction, more firmly this time, when she at last reaches for the hem of her vest top.

“Why do I need to take this off?”

“It’s about headspace.” I explain. “About acceptance that I’m in control here, and you… you are not.”

She appears to understand what I’m saying. She draws the garment over her head and drops it on the floor.

I could require her to fold her stuff up neatly. I may not be much of a Dom, I’ve never really seen the point, but I understand the role well enough to be to beware of the protocols. I’m not that interested in the finer details, I just want to make the point and move on.

In keeping with the climate here, she’s wearing no underwear. Her breasts, as pretty as they ever were, jut out at me, proud and perky. Her nipples tighten under my appreciative regard.

“You’re staring,” she accuses, softly.

“So sue me.” I loosen my belt and tug it free of the buckle. “And the rest, please.”

Her gaze drops to my fingers as I slide the leather from around my waist. Mesmerised, she watches me draw the belt free, then fold it into a loop, the buckle secure inside my fist. I could prompt her to get on with stripping, but I allow her the space to get there in her own time.

I’m not disappointed. With an exaggerated sigh, she unfastens the light cotton shorts and shoves them down over her hips, stepping out of her sliders at the same time. The garments all end up in a heap on the floor. She pulled off her knickers along with the shorts, so I have a moment to admire her defiant perfection.

“You were always a lovely woman, Julia. The years have been good.”

“I was skinnier then,” she replies.

“I like the curves. Sexier.” I take a pace back, the belt hanging loosely from my fist. I tip my chin toward the bed. “When you’re ready…”

She takes one faltering step then another. Reaching the foot of the bed, she drapes herself across it, feet on the floor.

“Thank you. I think we’ll just…” I grab a couple of pillows and shove them under her abdomen. This has the effect of lifting her adorable rear for me. “That’s better.”

I peruse the vision before me and can see what Kris finds so fucking alluring about his little hobby. Maybe I could be a convert after all. It wouldn’t take much of an effort to slide over to the Dark Side.

“Are you staring again?”

“Oh, yes.”

I give myself a mental shake. I need to get my head back in the game. This is about discipline, not fantasy fuckery. Or maybe it could be about both.

I wonder…

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