Page 26 of Becoming His Pet

“Oh. We’re sticking with the journalist story.” He nodded. “Got it.”

Choice made.

He grabbed her upper arm and dragged her across the room, past the spanking bench to the wooden horse. It would make securing her easier.

“No! I told you!”

“You’re still lying.” He dropped the flogger to the floor and pushed her over the bench, reaching over her quickly to keep her pinned down so he could find the cuffs he’d left dangling.

“Don’t do this, Greg. Don’t!” she yelled at him, twisting her body and trying to kick him.

Once both wrists were bound, he left her to find the ankle cuffs. He wasn’t about to risk being kicked.

After all, she was the one being punished. Not him.

“You can’t do this. Don’t. Please, Greg.” Her voice softened, but the demand still lurked there. “You can’t!”

He grabbed the cuff set he sought from the cabinet and turned to face her. The shirt had already ridden up her back, exposing her round buttocks. No panties. She hadn’t worn any panties to bed.

Fuck.

“I can. And I will.”

Chapter Ten

Yanking on the cuffsaround her wrists proved useless, but it didn’t stop her from continuing her struggle. When his warm hand wrapped around her right ankle, she stilled for a moment. But only briefly, while her mind caught up with his actions.

Kicking became a priority, but he already had a stone-hard grip on her.

“The more you struggle, the more you hurt yourself.” He clasped the first cuff around her ankle.

“Greg. Stop.” She froze. He could be reasoned with; she had to at least try. “Please. Let’s just talk.” She closed her eyes when the cuff wrapped around her left ankle. “Please. We can talk this out. You don’t have to do this.”

“You wasted your chance to talk, Nora.” He patted her bare bottom lightly after he finished restraining her body. If it weren’t for the light bit of padding on the bench beneath her belly, she’d have the sharp edges of the wood biting into her stomach. As it was, being restrained over a wooden horse proved uncomfortable enough.

He walked away again. She craned her neck, trying to find him, but she was bent too far over. She could only make out the ceiling above her. What was he doing now?

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