the corner would start over once he was finished. It was a lesson she had learned the hard way. Pax was a bit of a hardass. He ran his own life with military like diligence, and he had equally high expectations for his submissive, but she didn’t mind. He could be equally as gentle, and was quick to offer a hug of forgiveness, a word of encouragement when it was needed the most, and to bring her to her knees both literally and figuratively with an eloquent reminder of what submission and dominance really were about, as he had done earlier, and did often.
Pax cleared his throat loudly, her signal that it was time to come out. Head down she crossed the room to where he still sat on the bed, and kneeled at his feet. She didn’t look at him, but forced her voice to ring loud and clear enough for him to hear. “I’m sorry, Sir, for my mistake. I won’t argue with you again. Please forgive me.”
“Look at me, Diamond.”
Only then, with his express permission did she dare to meet his gaze.
“You’re already forgiven. Now get on up here, and sit between my legs,” he instructed moving his body fully onto the bed so that he now faced the door instead of the window, propped up by a giant pile of pillows behind his head, he sat with his legs in an Indian style fashion, open wide enough for her to sit comfortably between them, and picked up the hairbrush that had only minutes ago, been used as a weapon of assault on her not so innocent bottom.
She sighed in contentment as the soft bristles caressed her scalp and worked their way through her fine blonde hair. She hadn’t had her hair brushed by someone else in years, and never by a man. It had always been her sisters. Having Pax pamper her head with the same brush he had previously used to punish her bottom was an exquisite experience, fraught with delicious contradiction.
She leaned into him, relishing every stroke of the brush that she had earlier cursed. They sat in silence, no words needed. The whisper of the brush, her naked body leaning against his, and the dull ache in her bottom against the down comforter told a story of its own.
Her eyes began to close, and Pax, patted her shoulder, softly. “Time for bed, little one.”
She caught a glance of the clock, as she rolled over into her spot and smiled as she snuggled against him. “I got to stay up after all,” she boasted with a tired but satisfied giggle.
“Yes, you did, but it’s going to have to go on your weekly report. This is why it’s not a good idea to disobey the boss or your dominant—especially when they are one and the same. You get punished twice over.”
“It was worth it,” she replied happily, just before she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
When Diamond woke up the next morning, Pax was gone. That was nothing unusual. He rose with the sun and started his day, usually sneaking back to his own suite and eating breakfast before she was even awake.
She glanced at the clock, grumbling when it read at ten after nine. Another thing for her weekly report, but Pax and the other girls assured her that it was normal to have a lot of small infractions in the beginning. Diamond wasn’t used to having work rules outside of her actual time spent working. Aubergine had been much more relaxed in that regard. She liked it though, the fact that Pax cared so much for all of their health and well-being that he had rules and enforced them. Her backside might not like it come next Tuesday though, especially if she didn’t get a break before then. She would though. She had to leave early tomorrow morning for LA. The thought had her shooting up in bed like a jack in the box. That was the thing she had forgotten—the niggling in the back of her brain that hadn’t left her alone last night.
Emmy’s graduation from college. She had promised her family months ago that she would be home for it. At Aubergine, she had gotten the time off cleared back in April. And then she had gotten fired less
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