Blue Desire by Sindra van Yssel Page B

Sir.”
    “Show
me by not telling me any more lies.”
    Ouch . But she supposed
she deserved it. “Yes, Sir.”
    He
reached around her and undid the hooks on the front, and the garment fell away
from her. It should have been a relief, to get something that tight off, but it
felt more like she’d been pushed out of a hug. He laid it carefully on top of
the chest of drawers, making sure the two halves lay perfectly flat on the
surface. She watched, feeling as if she might cry. Not for the corset—at the
emotional barrier that seemed to have come between them. She felt suddenly
adrift, and it was making her stomach knot up. She hadn’t expected to care that
much. His back was broad and strong, and she could have touched it, but it
seemed a mile away.
    Then
he turned, sat down on the bed, and pulled her into his lap. He held her tight,
as firmly as the corset had although in a different way. His skin was warm
against hers, and she pressed her hand to his chest and felt the soft hair on
it. She ran her fingers over his nipple. She kissed his neck.
    “You’re
mine for the night,” he told her, “and you’re not going anywhere. I’m going to
take you, again and again. You’re going to walk out of here sore, more so
because of the spanking I’m about to give you. But I think it will be a night
worth remembering.”
    She
took a deep breath. “I’m yours to use, Sir.”
    “Yes,
you are.”
    His
response made her shiver. She’d said words like that before, as a come-on, but
she thought it was the first time she’d ever meant them. She didn’t care if she
came again. She didn’t even care if she liked what was going to happen. He’d
already made sure of her pleasure, and now she desperately wanted it to be his
turn. He’d come once, but she wanted him to come again. And
again. She found that horribly confusing after years of looking out for
herself, of having to look out for herself because no one else would.
    Suddenly,
he pulled her legs to his left and pushed her shoulders down with his right
hand. She went from being held to lying over his lap, ass up. She could still
feel how he’d stretched her. It wasn’t sore exactly, but her body hadn’t
forgotten where he’d been, either.
    She
twisted her neck so she could see him, and she was surprised by what she saw
there. He didn’t look aroused. In fact, she realized, his cock wasn’t even hard; she could feel it soft beneath her. Instead he
simply looked disappointed and maybe sad. She’d caught him in an unguarded
moment, she realized. It was like sneaking into her mother’s room to see her
Christmas presents before they were wrapped. She was seeing something she
wasn’t supposed to see, and his expression broke her heart. She’d hurt him by
lying and possibly hurt him worse by asking him to punish her.
    He
noticed her looking, and his expression went blank. “Turn your head, little
kitty,” he said. “This is going to hurt, and I won’t hold back for tears.”
    She
turned her head, and the tears started flowing before he even touched her. The
first smack on her butt came as a relief. It was no light warm-up, the way most doms did it in a club. Instead it hurt as he’d
promised. He swatted her again and again, and her tears made wet tracks down
her face. She’d never met a man like Brett. He was someone she could be honest
with, and she couldn’t get out of the habit of lying. He stood up for her
against Angus, he was good in bed, and he’d caught her every time she’d fibbed.
She wondered what it would be like to surrender to this man completely, to ask
him to spank her anytime she screwed up, until she didn’t screw up anymore.
    He wouldn’t like
that. He’d want me not to screw up. Maybe that’s why I feel safe with him.
    Safe.
    She
wanted to tell him she was safe because she knew she was. She hadn’t actual
intercourse for over a year until he’d fucked her ass. Was that actual
intercourse? Well, it was fucking, anyway. She knew she