Page 48 of Clawed
Lowering her arms, she sighed, her focus rising to watch him as he tidied the towels.The question on her lips was obvious, though she had the good sense not to articulate it.
What comes next?
“Do you remember what happens now?”He tackled her unspoken query head-on, relishing her minute facial reactions as she processed his question.
“No, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
He was sure that was a lie.There was no way a woman as clever as Hannah would have forgotten the most pertinent part of his plans—her punishment.He’d wager that was the section she recalled the most vividly.
“Let me remind you, then.”Moving beside her, he pressed a hand on the small of her back and guided her in the direction of the door.She stumbled forward, permitting him to steer her, even as her breath increased in pace.“Now, you get what you’re owed.”
“Owed?”She glanced around, her gaze nervous as she met his eyes.
“Mmmm.”He had the sense she remembered his earlier threats then, even if she had the temerity to forget them in the interim.“That punishment you’ve earned.”
“Sir, I...”Dread had seeped its way into her voice as her feet shuffled forward at his insistence.“Please.I didn’t mean to upset you earlier.I—”
“Have said enough.”His harder tone seemed to settle her, her body sagging as he pushed her gently toward the back of the door.“Don’t worry.I’m going to take care of everything.”
Stepping in front of her as they approached the door, he grabbed the chain between her cuffs and hoisted her arms back into the air.He’d given her a minute to rest her shoulders.
It was time to play.
“Mr.Lawes?”
She yanked against the cuffs as he drew her helpless body closer to the large, metal hook waiting on the back of the door, likely already realizing what he had in mind.It was too late, though.She never stood a chance, and with his intent set on hiking the chain running between her bound hands over the hook, there was only ever going to be one outcome when he reached for her.As the chain slid over the hook, forcing her arms up above her head, Hannah found herself held in place, facing the door.
He took a step back to glory in the look of her.
There she was, his captive, his antagonist—his everything—and, thanks to her current predicament, she was entirely powerless.Already on her tiptoes, there was no way she was tall enough to reach up and detach herself from the hook.In fact, without his help, she wouldn’t be going anywhere.
His balls tightened at the electrifying prospect.Hannah would stay attached to the back of that door until he decided otherwise.
“Oh God.”Heaving in air, she flexed her fingers above her head and shifted her weight.The chain ran right and left over the hook, but whatever she did, it wasn’t about to yield.“Please, sir.Don’t!”
He chuckled.“You don’t even know what I have in mind yet.”
Honestly, he shouldn’t have been indulging her willful pleas.He should have had her gagged already with her ass a rosy pink hue, but being there on the brink of enacting the fantasy he’d been playing out in his mind for weeks, he couldn’t resist taking a moment.He suddenly longed to spoil her.
“Mark.”Her eyes were as big as saucers as she whispered the name she had no permission to use, her expression revealing that she already knew the error of her ways.“Please.”
He moved like lightning, closing the gap between them with one step before bringing his hand crashing down on her vulnerable bottom.The impact thundered around the damp room, the sound ferocious even though he hadn’t smacked her hard.
“You do not use my fucking name.”Irritation flared, temporarily threatening to take control of him.She knew that rule.All his women had known that, yet still, she was pushing her luck.
Same old Hannah.
“I’m sorry!”She was struggling to catch her breath.“I just...”Her voice lagged to silence, her head leaning on the inside of her arm.
“You’ve forgotten your place, little girl.”Wrapping an arm around her, one of his hands trailed over her exposed breasts, enjoying the feel of their weight while she was reprimanded.“And I’m here to remind you where you belong.”
Swallowing back her emotion, she choked back a sob.
“You were rude and swore at me when I gagged you earlier.”Shifting his bodyweight, his other hand roamed over her ass, squeezing one then the other of her pert cheeks and sending a shot of desire to his frantic dick.“And your delay in the kitchen meant that by the time I got to my plate, my food was cold.”
Her face was pale as she peered back at him.“I apologize, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
“Oh, I’m sure.”Waiting for her penance, she’d inevitably be full of sorrow and remorse.He knew the routine well.“But you’re not forgiven until I say you are.”
