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I reached to the floor and picked up the previously used rope. I couldn’t stop myself from grinning as her eyes widened with alarm as I approached.
Sophie tried to scoot to the opposite side of the bed as she asked, “What are you doing?”
I caught her ankle as she tried to kick me, making it too easy to yank her back into the middle of the mattress. She put up a half-hearted fight, but it was easy enough for me to first get her wrists tied together and then yank them up above her head to secure her arms to the headboard.
“There, that should make sure you do as you’re told and stay in bed for the night.”
I stood up, admiring my handiwork as she wiggled like a fish on the end of a line. And while I now had her safely secured, there was no way I could let her complete insubordination pass by without consequence.
The evil idea came to my head and there was no chasing it away.
“Now that you’re sure to be here when I get back, I need to run to my room for a minute.”
I was almost out the door when she yelled, “You can’t leave me tied up!”
Oh, yes, baby, I sure as hell can.
It only took a couple of minutes to retrieve my toy bag from my room. Most of my punishment implements were down at the beach house, but luckily, I played up at the mansion often enough that I liked to keep a second set of my favorites here too.
“You asshole,” she greeted me when I returned to her bedroom. “What if the house caught on fire? I could burn up and die if you leave me tied here alone!”
My chuckle only infuriated her more. “I think you should be more worried about the fire I’m about to start before I leave you alone if I were you.”
Those light violet eyes widened in alarm as she tracked me to the end of the bed. She lifted her head up enough to watch me place the bag at the foot of the bed. I took great joy watching her reaction as I pulled out implement after implement, going slow enough to let her get a good look at them all.
“You’re a barbarian. You belong in jail,” she argued after I pulled out my biggest wooden paddle.
As much as I’d love to lay down more fire on her ass, I had to admit that the punishments I’d doled out so far hadn’t had the desired effect. I had a better idea to test out exactly what the right discipline might be to keep Ms. Locke in line.
One by one, I pulled out the three glass butt plugs in my bag, each one bigger than the last. They were brand new. I hadn’t had a chance to play with them yet, and I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather train with the graduating set than the woman currently looking as if she were going to burst into tears.
Yep, switching to a little internal punishment just might be what the doctor ordered.
CHAPTER7
Sophie
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Why the hell hadn’t I stayed in bed? I mean, where the hell was I gonna go in the middle of the night in a T-shirt and nothing else? At least last time I’d had a dress and panties.
Each thing he pulled out of that damn leather duffle bag was scarier than the last. I knew what the whips, crops, and paddles were. It was when he started pulling more confusing… moreintimatethings out… that’s when I truly became afraid. Only, if I were even half truthful with myself, it wasn’t Nick Knight I was most afraid of. The uncomfortable heat that had ignited between my legs was what scared me to death. He was the enemy. The devil. I hated my body for forgetting that.
“What the hell is that thing?” I mustered the courage to ask as he held up what looked to be a small glass dildo.
“This little thing? It’s tonight’s reminder of who is in charge now.” He set it down and picked up another one that was almost identical, but longer and thicker. “And if you are a naughty girl tomorrow, this will be tomorrow night’s reminder.” He picked up the third one, this one easily twice as long and obscenely thick, and added, “And I sure hope you learn to behave before I need to use this bad boy. I don’t think you’ll get a wink of sleep with him riding along for the night.”
My mind was racing, trying to figure out his threats. I mean, let’s be real. I wasn’t the most experienced sexually, but I’d dated in college. What girl doesn’t like a long, hard cock? After all, size does matter. But… it was the way his eyes gleamed with much too much glee that told me I was missing something.
I didn’t have time to figure things out before he crawled up onto the foot of the bed. I yanked on the rope, trying to free myself, but it was no use, so I did the next best thing—started kicking, trying to keep him off of me. Surely, he wasn’t going to rape me? Matty would never have asked him to watch over me if he thought that was even a possibility.
His laughter filled the room as he easily grabbed my ankles. In seconds he had me flipped over onto my stomach and the bastard had the audacity to straddle my legs, easily holding me down.
The damn T-shirt had ridden up and the jerk had the nerve to palm the cheeks of my ass, as if admiring the marks he’d left behind from the spanking in the gazebo. That he was ogling and manhandling me was bad enough, but when Nick moved his hands down to grab my hips and yank my bottom up into the air until I was kneeling, I couldn’t help but squeal.
I tried my best to get free, but he was sitting on my feet. As I flailed, he spanked my ass in a fast volley, warning me to “Settle down.”
Thank God my face was buried in the pillow so he couldn’t see the heat flashing across my cheeks as I felt a cold dribble of wetness… not in my pussy… on my… I couldn’t even think it, let alone acknowledge it. He was looking at… touching… my…
