Page 105 of Compelled Obedience

“You have no idea what a pleasure that will be. Thanks for calling, Karin. We do need to talk about the scholarship program. I really appreciate the time you took in listening.” As Kerri headed in my direction, I was overwhelmed by how much I loved her. It was something I’d yet to say, but I refused to do it casually. She deserved everything.

“My pleasure. That girl has real talent. I don’t know where you found her, but I’m impressed, and I haven’t been in years. Get her into my office or I’ll never forgive you.”

I laughed. “Don’t worry. She’ll be there.”

Kerri closed the distance, a sly grin on her face. I couldn’t believe since the incident a few days before, she’d managed to bounce back. Maybe because of Casey, who’d blossomed in a few days. He was playing music, laughing more, and his first two days at the new school had brought additional light in his eyes. I wanted my little kitten to be happy and planned on doing everything in my power to make certain that happened.

“I heard the boss wants to see me,” Kerri cooed as she inched even closer.

I couldn’t help myself, tangling my fingers in her hair. “Come with me.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“Always.” I took her by the hand, leading her toward the private entrance of the club. The electricity we shared soared, and it was going to be difficult not to indulge in one of my darker fantasies until we were both safely locked behind closed doors.

When we were in my office, she pulled away, folding her arms. “I know that look. What have you done?”

I lifted a single eyebrow, grinning given her rebellious behavior. “I think I’d going to need to teach you a lesson in who’s in charge.”

“I am,” she teased, bursting into laughter when I tugged her arm, yanking her closer.

Then she squealed when I planted my foot on one of the chairs, dragging her over my thigh. “Think again, little kitten.” I yanked up her dress, peppering her bottom with hard swats. She struggled as she always did and all I could do was smile. “Tomorrow we’ll begin regular maintenance spankings.”

I brought my hand down several additional times, enjoying the tingling sensations in my fingers. She continued wiggling, managing to rub her luscious body across my cock. Jesus. The woman had no idea what she did to me.

When I righted her again, she fanned her face and there was nothing more I loved than seeing the warm flush cresting across her cheeks. “My beautiful baby.”

“What was that for?” She struggled to right her dress, shimmying her hips. Every move she made enticed the hell out of me.

“We’ll call it a preemptive measure.”

“For?”

I moved to the edge of my desk, easing onto the surface. “Certain decisions. And some good news.”

“Okay. What’s the news?”

“Mmm… first of all. I did use my influence with some folks on the school board. The kids at Harry Carver High are not only getting brand new instruments, including a baby grand piano donated by a friend of mine, there’s also going to be a concert highlighting their talents.”

“What? How did you manage that?” She pressed her hand across her mouth, her eyes lighting up.

Shrugging, I couldn’t help but grin. “I told you. I have connections. Sometimes they pay nicely.”

When she squealed, a series of electric sensations coursed down my spine. “You are amazing!”

“But there’s a caveat.”

“Uh-oh. What’s that?”

“You only have two weeks to practice.” I grimaced after telling her.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Well, it was that or never.” I’d decided to hold back the other piece of good news for now, at least the one involving the scholarships. “You can do it. The instruments are being delivered this weekend.”

“What about work? What about time to practice? What about sheet music? What about putting together a show? And lighting? A million things.”

“First of all, breathe,” I told her, half laughing. “I can handle some of the things you need, including finding a stage technician. However, no more cage dancing for you.”

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