Page 53 of The Assignment: Room 3

The door opens, and Flex comes sauntering in, so comfortable in his own body. I can’t blame him—he looks like a Greek god. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I grab a fluffy white robe that’s hanging next to the shower. “To get my clothes and go home.”

“Not before your aftercare.”

“It’s not a big deal.” My defenses are down, and aftercare sounds too intimate right now.

“Drop the robe, now,” he commands.

“We don’t need to do this, Flex.”

“Bend over the vanity. I won’t tell you twice.” He moves to the bathtub, turns on the faucet, and pours some fragrant bubble bath in before turning his attention back to me. He doesn’t speak, but I can tell he’s annoyed.

I reluctantly do as he instructed, expecting him to caress where he flogged me. Maybe massage some aloe onto my red skin. Instead, he slaps my ass, making me moan at the lick of pain coursing through me.

“When I give you an order, I expect you to comply first time. Do you know why I’m about to spank you, Celest?”

I don’t answer, and it earns me a second hit. If this is supposed to make me do as I’m told, he’s sadly mistaken. This feels too damn good to give it up so easily.

“If that’s the way you want to play it, then enjoy the show. Eyes on yourself in the mirror.”

He delivers a third slap, and I’m so aroused I should be embarrassed, but all I want is this.

“Don’t you ever address me as Flex in this room, you little slut. When you step foot in here, I am your Master until you leave, and I’ve fucking earned that respect.”

Another hit, and I can’t contain my pleasure. “Yes, Master.”

“That’s more like it. Tell me, naughty little pet… whose whore are you in this room?”

“Yours, Master.” He administers a fourth and fifth spank.

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Turn around.” I want more, but I know he won’t give it to me. “Spread your legs.”

He leaves me bereft as he strides to the tub, turning the water off before it overflows. Everything here is luxurious perfection down to the abundance of bubbles that float in the rolltop tub.

When he’s satisfied, he comes back to me, dropping to his knees and gripping my ass where it hurts. He licks the length of my pussy, tasting my arousal as I struggle not to buckle. It feels so damn good, but it’s short-lived. “One is all you get. Your punishment isn’t taking a spanking. We both know you get off on it more than most. You’re so fucking wet right now. Denying you is denying myself, so you better do as you’re told next time. Do not think for a second that you can leave this room whenever you please. You will wait to be dismissed. If I have to forfeit devouring your perfect little cunt, you’ll be begging for mercy by the time I’m done with you. Now, get in the tub.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” He stands, his eyes roving my body as he towers over me with such an imposing, muscular frame. He is every inch the Navy SEAL, and it’s sexy as hell. I’m not above begging for him.

“Get. In.” He holds my hand, steadying me as I dip a toe in the water. “Hot enough?”

“Yes, Master.” I lower myself into the water, hissing as my ass stings. It’s a pleasurable pain for me.

“Scoot forward.” My heartrate picks up as he gets in at my back, his legs on either side of me. He pulls me against his chest before wrapping his arms around me. I’ve never been in a bathtub with a Dom before. They would run a bath and leave me to it. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. “Relax, pet. It’s supposed to be a nice experience.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“What? Taken a bath?” He chuckles.

“Been in the tub with a Dom. Or any man.” My voice is barely above a whisper. I’m embarrassed.

“I’m going to need a list of your previous Doms. They need some fucking course correction training.”

“I thought it was normal.”

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