Page 38 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

“You’re already getting a bare-bottom spanking,” he says, placing his hands on his hips. “Don’t make your punishment any worse, little girl.”

I nibble on my lower lip. I really wish he wouldn’t call me that. It is like it has a direct line to my pussy.

“I don’t think I deserve a spanking,” I say.

“Well, that’s not for you to decide,” he replies.

Leaving me to consider my options, he kicks off his boots, unlaces his leather jerkin, and tosses it to the floor, putting broad shoulders and a wall of honed muscle on display. He reaches to undo his belt buckle while staring down at me.

The leather makes a whistling sound as he draws the belt out. I swallow. My eyes dip to the thick bulge snaking down the leg of his pants.

I don’t think I’m ready for that again—and I very much want to try.

His expression turns deeply admiring as his gaze settles on my cleavage. I push out my chest, deciding a little distraction would not go amiss.

He grins... damn it, he very much knows all my little tricks.

And why is he wrapping the belt buckle into his fist and making a loop with the rest? “What are you… What are you planning?” I ask, a stammer creeping into my voice.

“I think you might need more than a spanking,” he says.

There is no hope for it. I roll over and dive for the other side of the bed.

“Uf!” A big hand closes over my ankle and tugs. I fall face down in the bed, where I am dragged unceremoniously towards the end. He stops when my legs drop over the side, flips my skirt up, and tugs my panties down while I’m thrashing around.

“Gods, that is a perfect ass,” he groans.

I am breathing heavily, smothered in my skirts, and have to thrust the heavy silk from my face to peer around at him.

The belt rests on the bed beside me—he cannot mean to use it on my bottom, can he?

“It seems I did not make an impression upon you last time,” he says. Pinning one big hand to the center of my back, he cups my ass with the other and squeezes, making a deep rumbly purr in his chest before giving it a playful tap.

Just having his hands on me makes everything inside me come alive. I can feel myself already growing wet.

“I’m obsessed with this ass,” he says, giving it another squeeze. “I have a mind to spank it. But I will do it on my terms. If you can be good and accept this, then I will only take the belt to it five times. But make no mistake, if you get up to any mischief, you will be getting ten.”

My belly takes a slow, sweet tumble at the thought of the strap against my ass, even though I am confident it will sting far worse than his hand. But Alfred is also a man of his word. If he says he’s going to do something, he will.

I have trained with the Raven Guild, and I am never helpless. Alfred makes me so, willingly—he wants me to submit.

I want that, too.

“There are a lot of thoughts going on in your head,” he says. “If you’re planning a rebellion, don’t. It won’t end well for you.”

“Fine,” I say, sounding petulant even to my own ears. “I will accept your terms.”

He emits a deep chuckle.

I strain to peer back, shocked by the dark humor in his eyes. He’s so handsome. So huge. I trust him never to hurt me—he will take my submission as a gift and cherish it.

His hands move away, and he stands tall and proud, his naked chest rising and falling steadily.

I rise to my hands and knees, then clamber off the bed. “How do you want to do this?”

He grins, sits at the side of the bed, and pats his lap.

I fake reluctance as I move to stand at his side. My dress is full-skirted and heavy—not the most practical clothing for being spanked.

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