Page 52 of His to Take

“But I don’t…”

My words faded off and I stopped speaking as his hand reached down to cup beneath my chin. With a single finger, he lifted it and forced me to look up at him. I couldn’t help but whimper at the dark intent in his gaze. There was also a hint of sorrow, like I had hurt his feelings by doing what I had done.

I hated that.

I wanted that to go away. I wanted to make it better and I wasn’t certain how.

“I think you know how I’m going to handle this, don’t you?” he asked.

He didn’t even have to say it. Intuitively, I knew by everything in his demeanor that he was going to punish me.

My mouth went dry. My lips parted, opening and closing several times as I tried to figure out what to say.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead gently. Then he took my backpack off my shoulders and grasped my upper arm firmly enough to let me know that it was no longer up to me whether or not I went with him. He led me all the way back to where we’d camped the night before without saying another word. My mind was racing the entire time, wondering what he might do or say.

Would he yell at me?

Images of the old photos flashed before my eyes. The last time I’d gone over his knee, it had been with curious arousal. I had a feeling this time was going to be very different.

“Ryker, I can explain…”

He simply shook his head, letting go of my arm and gently turning me back to face him.

“You defied me, Naomi,” he scolded, his voice dropping once more into a quiet, dangerous rumble. This was different than anything I’d heard from him before today.

“I wasn’t trying to…” I whispered, my hands playing at my stomach. I didn’t know what to do with them. Straight at my sides felt odd, so I finally crossed one arm over my chest and grasped my shoulder. My fingers dug in hard enough to hurt. I meant to distract myself, but it didn’t work.

There was something playing across his features, something I didn’t quite recognize, and it scared me a little bit.

“I’ve spanked you before, little girl. You also know what my belt feels like on your bare bottom, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I answered meekly, blushing a bit as the words fell off my lips.

“That was a spanking. I haven’tpunishedyou yet, little girl,” he warned.

“You haven’t?” I asked, furrowing my brow anxiously.

“No. I haven’t, but soon, you are going to understand the difference.”

The finality in his tone made my stomach drop straight down to my toes.

Without another word, he pulled a thick blanket out of our camping gear and laid it over a fallen log. He turned to me, beckoning me to come closer. I didn’t know what else to do other than to go to him.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered quietly, my nerves firing along my appendages now that he’d confirmed my fears. He squeezed my shoulder a bit tighter.

“I know, sweet girl.”

For a long moment, he just held me before he took a step back and grasped the bottom of my shirt. He lifted it up and over my head. Slowly, he stripped me of each piece of clothing, but this time felt different. This time I was afraid.

My clit pulsed anyway.

When he finally reached for my bra and panties, he paused for a moment, running his fingertips over my skin. Fiery tendrils raced over my skin like a wild blaze. Then he reached behind my shoulders and unclasped my bra. He slid the straps unhurriedly down my upper arms, baring my breasts slowly. My nipples pebbled in the cool breeze, and I raised my hands to cover them. I looked back and forth, knowing we were all alone but nervous someone might see all the same.

“You may either keep your arms at your sides or clasp your hands behind your head,” he directed, and the anxious flush only heated my face even further. When I didn’t obey right away, he knocked my hands out of the way and grasped both nipples in his fingers. He pinched them far more fiercely than he’d ever done before, causing shivers of agony to radiate out across my breasts. I cried out, immediately pressing my hands to the backof my head. A few seconds later, he released me. My tender nipples throbbed even harder after he let go.

He grasped my panties and pulled them down to my ankles.

“Straddle the log, little girl, facing that way,” he indicated the lower end of the old tree.

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