2Rakehell by Debra Glass Page A

vast amount of shaming domination. She’d bloom in the club’s setting where a
hundred pairs of eyes would be there to witness her pleasurable punishments.
    Adam shifted his weight from one leg to the other in hopes
of alleviating the discomfort of his erection.
    Before, with the others he’d dominated he’d been in supreme
command, delivering precisely what they needed for their pleasure. His own
pleasure had been in seeing them to satisfaction. That had been enough for him.
    Not with Primrose. On her knees she controlled him every bit
as much as he controlled her.
    He’d intended to visit the earl, to see if the old man
needed anything to make him more comfortable. But Adam knew he couldn’t go like
this.
    “Damn it all to hell,” he muttered and stormed back into his
room. In a fury he snatched a leather paddle from his wardrobe then planted one
hand at the base of Primrose’s spine to anchor her.
    Slow down, fool , he told himself. It wouldn’t do to
let her see the power she held over him.
    “Are you ready?” he asked tersely.
    “Yes Master,” she said, her voice rich and silky as hot
cocoa.
    “Five licks,” he said, calming himself enough to caress the
back of her thigh with the paddle. “Tell me why.”
    Her skin rippled as a shudder swept through her. “F-for
wearing clothes when you told me not to.”
    “Precisely.” He flicked the tip of the paddle lightly
between her legs and she moaned as it came into contact with her mons. “You’ve
been a terribly naughty, disobedient girl, haven’t you?”
    “Yes Master.”
    “You will ask me and then thank me for each lick, for
correcting your wayward behavior. Understand?”
    “Please may I have the first, Master?”
    His eyes closed briefly as he savored the moment. Her skin
felt like warm velvet under his fingertips as he splayed them across her
tailbone. The tip end of the plug protruded from her rosette, wiggling
seductively as her body constricted around it.
    She stiffened, waiting. “Relax,” he told her and when he
felt her muscles go lax, he delivered the first blow, a smack that provided
just enough sting to kindle a fire in her bottom.
    “Mmm, thank you, Master. The second please.”
    Shifting slightly, he smacked the other cheek, delighting in
the rosy blush his paddle left behind. “That’s so lovely.”
    The tip of the plug protruding from her bottom raised and
then lowered slightly as she clenched. “Thank you Master. The third.”
    Her third swat was hard enough to make her gasp. She
shivered, making the chain running from her collar to the plug slither like a
golden snake against her spine. Her fists tightened. “Thank you, Master. The
fourth.”
    Gauging her arousal, he decided to deliver an equally hard
lick. The smack echoed in the room and she let out a tiny cry. The muscles in
her thighs quivered for a moment before she dipped her spine down, offering him
her bottom. “Thank you, Master.” Her voice was low, breathy. “The fifth
please.”
    He inhaled and applied the paddle with a firm, hard swat
that made her cheeks jiggle. This time she mewled and rested her forehead on
the back of the chair. Her body shook.
    And then he saw a single tear fall and splash on the leather
seat next to her knee. His heart tightened. Panic swamped him. He’d been too
harsh. He’d taken her too far, too quickly. Why hadn’t she used her stop word?
    He knew better, but he couldn’t resist asking, “Did I hurt
you?”
    She shook her head and sniffed.
    “Primrose?” he said, slipping his fingers under her shoulder
to lift her.
    Her tear-filled gaze found his. “P-please take me. Please. I
need you inside me, Master.”
    Stunned, he gathered her into his arms and carried her to
his bed. She was still deep in her submission so he didn’t remove the collar or
the plug. Instead he undid his breeches, climbed onto the bed, moved over her
and thrust inside her.
    The slender plug made her so incredibly tight he knew he’d
never last more