Page 27 of Becoming His Pet

“Greg. Really. Let’s just talk.” A sharp smack to her right ass cheek caught her off guard and she cursed as the sting registered.

“I told you, you blew that chance.” His boots came into view as she stared down at the floor. A crinkling of plastic was followed by the appearance of a black ball gag.

The one he’d told her about in his car. Brand new.

Who had he been planning on using it with?

Did he work with the brothers? Maybe he had come into the flower shop on purpose. Maybe they’d planned on her being abducted the entire time. She increased her struggles.

“No! Damn you! You planned this! You did this! Fuck you!” She yanked and wiggled, but nothing worked. The only success she had was in burning her skin where the cuffs chafed.

“Hey. Shhh.” Squatting down in front of her, bringing his gaze level with hers, he fisted her hair, pulling her head back. She had to look down her nose to see him clearly. “I didn’t plan any of this.”

“You did!” she continued to accuse. “You work with them, don’t you? They had you come to the shop today.”

“No, Nora. I don’t work with anyone. But I think maybe you do. I think maybe you have a lot to tell me, don’t you?” How could his tone be so casual, so soft? Didn’t he have any outrage at being caught?

“You work with Teo and Anthony.” She swallowed hard, fearing she’d lose her composure if she kept staring at him.

“Nope. Just stopped in for those carnations.” He smiled. Fucking smiled at her. Like this was just a casual meeting.

“You’re lying.” She grimaced at the sharp pain in her scalp. Apparently, he didn’t like being accused of dishonesty. His fist tightened, pulling the hairs harder.

“One of us is. But it’s not me, trouble.” He released her hair, pressing the gag to her mouth. She clamped down tight. “After you’ve taken fifteen lashes with this entirely too soft flogger, I’ll give you the chance to answer me with the truth. But you only get one chance.”

As he explained what was coming, she clenched her jaw tighter, and tried to turn her head. But he wasn’t going to let up until he had his way. And he had the full use of all his extremities to get what he wanted.

“Open this mouth, Nora. Open it now, or you’ll take those fifteen licks with a cane instead.”

Her eyes widened. That sounded a hell of a lot worse. But she wasn’t going to give in. Giving in meant he won. Meant she was complicit, and she wasn’t going to just go along with allowing him to spank her.

His heavy sigh blew a few strands of hair from her face. “I’m being too nice, apparently.”

Nice? Was he completely fucking insane?

He gripped her face with one hand, pinching her cheeks until they bit into her teeth. The pain came as a surprise, but she kept her mouth clenched. It became sharper, more intense and tears welled in her eyes. He wasn’t going to let go. He would have his way.

She caved. Opening her mouth, trying to work her jaw only gave him the opportunity he wanted. The rubber ball shoved between her teeth and the straps were quickly pulled around her head and buckled. Hair caught in the contraption, but he didn’t seem to care.

Her cheeks hurt from being pressed on, and now her jaw ached from being propped open with the damn ball. She ran her tongue over it, feeling the smooth texture.

His heavy steps drew her attention to his whereabouts. Not behind her like he should be if he was going to start the flogging. And the damn flogger was still on the floor within her eyesight.

A whooshing sound focused her attention. Frantic, she tried to see him, tried to make sure what she feared he had in his hands, was just a fear, not reality.

“You really need to learn to take the chances I give you, Nora. It will go easier for you.” He reappeared before her, on his haunches, balancing a long wooden stick on his open palm. “This is a rattan cane. I’m sure you’ve never seen one before, otherwise you would have opened that pretty mouth of yours for me and not found yourself in this situation.”

Tears formed at the sight of it. It wasn’t very thick. She hadn’t paid much attention in science class in high school—science hated her—but she remembered the simple principle that smaller circumferences would make sharper impact. This would fucking hurt.

She shook her head, trying to beg him to stop. That she’d tell him what he wanted to know. She wouldn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Fifteen, after I get you ready.” He patted her head and stood up, his groin now even with her eyes. The asshole had an erection.

Then he was gone again, but not far. Just behind her. She clenched her ass cheeks, waiting for the first strike of that damn cane. The smack of his hand hurt, but not like she’d expected. He hadn’t used the cane. He’d changed his mind.

She let out a breath through her nose and relaxed her muscles. She could take a little hand spanking. Hell, her father spanked her plenty when she was little. Never made much of an impact.

But Greg wasn’t gentle and loving like her father. Greg was a fucking monster.

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