Page 13 of After Dark
“None of them fit,” he told her, that blaze of fire and fury in his eyes. “And I’m going to be pretty fucking angry about that for a long time.”
He didn’t tell her to give him her eyes, but she did. “I understand.”
“My poor little twisted submissive.” He shook his head. “You went to so much trouble to fuck the kink out of yourself, didn’t you. I told you a long time ago that it doesn’t work that way.”
“I was just really hoping that you were wrong,” she said, letting it all come out like a big, long breath.
He studied her a little longer, and then she watched his expression change. Her whole body shivered to attention. Her nipples hardened immediately and there was that trembling deep inside. Her pussy reacted, hot and slick.
Her reward was that silver gleam of approval in his gaze.
“Over my lap,” he ordered her.
And it was one thing to crave this. To lie in a motel room across the country, letting a man whose name she couldn’t be bothered to learn heave all over her, hoping against hope thatfinallyshe might feel something. When really, it was her memories that she would get off to later, sometimes right there in the bathroom of the motel room with her fingers in her cunt and her head tipped back, pretending that Arlo’s hand was on her throat.
It was something else to be here, with the white-hot fire of the chemistry between them and the dynamic that had always seduced and scared her like a blazing hot flame, urging her to surrender even as it warned her to run.
“I’m going to spank you,” he told her, in that idle yet matter-of-fact way of his that slid all over her skin like its own kind of heat. “There will be a reckoning, Josette.Tonight I want your ass bright red, so I think we’ll have a blow for each month you were gone. Plus two to round it up to twenty, but you will not come. I want you to sit with that red hot, burning ass and no orgasm to sweeten it. Do you understand me?”
She was shivering already. “Yes, sir.”
“I want perfect obedience tonight,” he told her in that same, firm tone. “And you know that when I ask this of you, it extends to Frederick as well.”
“I know, sir,” she whispered. “Thank you, sir.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, Frederick does not permit any responses but the ones he asks for, which are typicallyYes, Master.No, Master. Or your safe word. Do you remember your safe word?”
He was using Frederick like a weapon and it was an effective one. He had used it before. And she both hated it and loved it in equal measure, because she hated Frederick Hill and yet she was already aching and wet in anticipation of the things he would do to her, all with Arlo’s blessing.
“I do.” When he tilted his head, she swallowed. “Lima beans,” she said.
“Good girl,” Arlo replied.
He patted his thigh, and she didn’t dare dawdle any longer. She crawled over to him and draped herself over his lap. As usual, the contrast between her nakedness and the fact he was clothed wound that need inside her tighter. He took one hand and anchored her breasts in the small of her back. He kicked out one leg to immobilize her feet.
“You’ll count,” he told her sternly. “Or we’ll start over.”
“Yes —” she began.
But he didn’t wait. He delivered his first blow, hard.
And he was not playing.
Josette choked out the number as the sharp painbloomed. And he was already spanking her again. Two sharp strikes.
She couldn’t breathe. She felt herself shift against his thigh as if she was trying to avoid him, when there was a part of her that didn’t want that at all. But it was as if her body couldn’t help itself.
“Keep squirming and I’ll add five more,” he warned her and she knew he meant it.
Josette kept counting, while inside, it was like every part of her was a big, long scream.
This was a lesson. Another one. She recognized it for what it was, but that didn’t change the fact that her own body didn’t seem to want to obey her mind.
Maybe,came a voice that sounded suspiciously like Arlo’s, only this one was deep inside of her,it’s your mind you have to fix.
So she concentrated on the number. She concentrated on surrender. She tried not to brace herself. She tried not to move. She tried to control her breath, because maybe that might help her get through this.
He kept striking, each blow harder than the one before. He gave absolutely no quarter. He moved his big, ruthless hands all over her ass cheeks, and he made sure that he kept hitting the same spots again and again.
