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“Little girl.”He was right there with her again, one hand grazing her breast as he crouched by her side.“Why do you always have to make everything so complicated?”
She shot him an accusing look, meeting his knowing expression only inches from where she knelt.How darehecall her complicated?She wasn’t the one who’d arranged the shitshow that saw her there on his floor.All she’d ever done was reply to one lying advert about her dental phobia and shown an interest in dating again.
“Do notlook at me that way.”
His lips curled at the warning, but her face lowered regardless, understanding the complexity of her captor.One moment, he could seem calm and almost tender, while the next, he’d morph back into the mean monster who delighted in her misery.
There was never any way of knowing which version of him she was getting.
“I’m sorry, Mr.Lawes, sir.”She made the apology out of instinct, all the years of therapy apparently undone in a few sordid hours back in his company.
“Head down.”He motioned to where the bowl was waiting.“If you make me wait, I’ll make sure you’re damn sorry.”
Chapter Fourteen
Upping the Ante
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ALARM GLEAMED IN HERgaze as she pulled in a shuddering breath.Clearly, she knew what Lawes expected and what was likely to be at stake if she failed to please, but for some reason, the idea of eating from the bowl appeared to be a boundary she was struggling to push past.
Strange.I’ve made her do much worse in the past.
Splaying her hands on either side of the dish, she lowered over the metal until her tempting nipples brushed the floor.There she stilled, as if stuck and waiting for him to push her over the precipice.Lawes, being a generous master, was more than happy to oblige her.
He lifted his hand so fast, she probably didn’t even see it move, his palm connecting with her upturned backside in seconds.The crack that rose at the impact resounded around them, and there was a fleeting delay before her brain registered the hurt and her body jerked forward at the collision.
“I assume you need an incentive,” he growled, peppering her enticing ass with faster blows.She gasped at each of them, seemingly unable to keep still.“Consider this your motivation.”
Turning to meet his gaze with wide, questioning eyes, she still wasn’t doing as he’d asked, but he noticed the way she didn’t attempt to fend off his blows.
“Eat.”
He accentuated the word, spanking her harder until her face fell into the bowl.Watching in blissful, protracted slow motion, he saw her scramble for the first piece of food.
She whimpered as she swallowed it down, her attention returning to the remainder while he continued to color her pert derriere.The feel of her warmed skin under his palm was delicious, reminding him of all those times he’d chastised her.He waited until she’d forced down another three pieces of food before he withdrew, missing the heat of her rosy skin as he climbed to his full height.
