Page 124 of Theirs to Corrupt

“Want to try another spanking?” Pax asks.

Every cell in my body heats and responds.

“You’re free to say no,” he goes on. “But if you’d like to explore a little more, stand up and take off your robe.”

Movements a little awkward, I set down my glass and slowly stand, very much aware of how focused they are on me.

Since my fingers suddenly don’t seem to want to work properly, I need two tries to get the belt loosened.

While Link holds his drink contemplatively, Pax slides his onto the coffee table.

“Stand in front of me,” he says, voice soft but tone uncompromising.

My heart roars in my ears.

“Stop there.”

Though I’m confused because I’m a few feet away from him, I do as he says.

In complete silence, he studies me, and I’m so captivated by him that I can’t look away.

Deliberately he glances at the floor.

Understanding, I kneel, like I had for Link.

“Lower your head a little.”

Feeling awkward, I focus my gaze on the floor in front of me.

An interminable amount of time passes, ratcheting up my tension with each passing moment.

“Breathe. Long, slow, deep breaths.”

His voice is mesmerizing.

Audibly, he breathes aloud. Seconds later, I follow his pattern. Surprising me, I begin to relax.

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

His approval feeds a part of me that I hadn’t realized was needy.

For maybe two full minutes, he leads me.

Not being able to see what’s going on around me is kind of a mind-fuck, but then I forget about anything except the moment.

I’m more emotionally grounded than I’ve been in months. Maybe since before I fled my childhood home or even before that, when my parents had died in that horrific crash.

Pax leaves me where I am for long moments before softly saying my name.

Startled, I look up.

“So perfect. Now stand and come to me.”

A wave of nervous anticipation washes over me as I do as he says.

He offers his hand and guides me into place over his lap. His legs are muscular, powerful, beneath my body.

With a firm hand on my waist, he adjusts my position.