Page 65 of Prey Tell
She’s all new to this, and yet, she trusts me completely. She must, or she would’ve used her safe word. Which reminds me…
“Safe word?” I ask, rubbing my palm over the smooth muscles of her ass cheek.
“Red for stopping, yellow for slow down…”
“Good. Use them if this becomes too much.”
“Okay,” she whispers. Her fingers curl into a tight fist. “What will you be doing, sir?”
I cock my head as I take her in some more. My cock has been hard since before I went to hunt her down, and now, seeing her here, submitting to me… I bite the inside of my cheek, restraining myself. What I wouldn’t give to pump her full of my seed. To fill her completely. To watch my cum drip out of her cunt, to press it back inside of her with one finger slowly…
I won’t fuck her today. Not until The Hunt tomorrow. But I can do so many other things.
“Did you think you could show up here and not be punished, Parker?”
She lets out a tiny gasp. “But—sorry—sir—we signed the contract, and you said—”
“You’re correct. But you left me with no choice.”
“I am perfectly capable of finding another Dom. Sir.”
A muscle quivers angrily at my jaw.“We both know I don’t share, Juliet.”
Pink splotches appear on her upper back. She’s nervous. A small thrill works through me.
If this is ever going to work between us, I need to be consistent and set clear boundaries. Juliet has a bratty side. I am willing to offer her guidance, as she will probably need a lot of it. My goal is to help her become confident in her role as a sub. Well-adjusted. Relaxed. She’s pushing my boundaries because she’s a natural leader. I love that about her. I love that she challenges everything to the point of exhaustion. But right now? During a scene?
I’m going to have to enlighten her as to why people call me sir.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
THE REWARD
Juliet
I can hardly breathe. The anticipation is killing me. Each step sends an echo of his boot through the room—and each time, it sounds a little bit closer. My whole body is on fire—from humiliation or arousal, I’m not sure. Probably both. I mean, I’m bent over a table in front of Chase Ravage, my bare ass exposed to him.What is he looking at?God, what if he doesn’t like what he sees? Can he see how wet I am already? From just spanking?
I hear him shifting behind me, the rustle of fabric. Each noise sends excitement and fear skittering down my spine, and I’m suddenly aware of everything my body is doing. I clench and flex my hands to give myself something to do. The cool wood of the table is a balm to my heated cheek, and my nipples are burning from being pressed down into the hard table—
I gasp as his cool fingers trace up my spine. He mutters some kind of praise, but I can’t hear him over the whooshing in my ears. My heart is hammering hard in my chest. I’m sure the table must be pulsing with my heartbeat. He presses me down further into the table, and I feel the edge dig into my stomach. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Hold on,” he says, amusement playing on his lips. Something hot and heady flashes through me at his words.
And then he spanks me, and I let out a loud gasp. It hurts, but not as much as I expected. My stinging flesh tingles, and at the same time, my core lurches, a curious swooping pulling at my insides. He does it again—and like last time, I feel my cunt contract around nothing.Huh. That’s… interesting.I let out a whimper after the third one, mewling as my nipples press into the wood. Awareness floods through me, and my vision tunnels. Like earlier, I take note of everything happening to my body. The way the bottoms of my feet are starting to sweat, how my toes grip the rug so that I don’t slide. How my hair is sticking to the back of my neck. How my mouth is open slightly, how I’m panting like a dog in heat.
He spanks me a fourth time, and I cry out as my pussy pulses three times.There’s no way I’ll come from this, is there?
Chase’s hand comes to my ass, rubbing small, gentle circles over the area he’s spanking. My skin has permanent goose bumps, and when I open my eyes, I train my eyes on the wall so that I can concentrate on something.
“Good girl. We’re halfway there. Are you doing okay?”
“Yes,” I mewl. “Keep going—please. Sir.”
He chuckles and spanks me a fifth time, and I let out a low groan.
“How many was that, Juliet?”
God, I love the way he says my first name. It sounds so reverent on his lips.
