Dangerous Defiance by Natasha Knight Page B

unbelievable.
    She opened the car door and followed him as he carried her suitcase up the stairs. “Jackson, this isn’t fair. I don’t want to be left out of this!”
    He opened the door and gestured for her to enter, which she did. He was having a hard time believing she would stay put. He walked into the laundry room and set her suitcase down before checking his watch. He had told Carl he’d be there in half an hour.
    “Jess, I don’t want to argue with you,” he said, unzipping her suitcase.
    “And I don’t want to argue with you,” she replied.
    He began to stuff her clothes into the washing machine.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Laundry,” he said. “Strip off your clothes.”
    “What?”
    “Everything off. If you’re naked, you might be more likely to stay put.”
    She exhaled. “Fine. Fine, I’ll stay. And I’ll do my own laundry, you can’t put all those colors in at once. You’ll ruin my clothes.”
    He looked at her. “All right,” he said. “Come with me a second.”
    She followed him up the stairs and into his bedroom where he paused in front of the full-length mirror.
    “Turn around.”
    “Why?”
    He held back a reply. Instead, he took her arm and turned her, then tugged her shorts and panties down her legs.
    “You can’t spank me again!”
    “I’m not going to. I just want you to see the evidence of what happens when you decide to go around me and take care of things yourself. Take a good look,” he said.
    “Let me go.”
    “Look!”
    She turned to look over her shoulder at her bruised butt. “Fine. I see.”
    He held on to her when she reached to pull up her shorts and panties. “You’re in my house now, Jess, and I’ll expect you to do as I say.” He reached for a high back wooden chair and pulled it to the center of the room, the back of it facing the mirror. He pulled her t-shirt over her head, continuing to talk the entire time. “It’s for your own good and I’m not going to budge an inch on this,” he finished. She stood as if in shock as he pushed the cups of her bra beneath her breasts and lifted the small mounds, tweaking each nipple as he did.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice quiet as her nipples hardened between his fingers and her eyes betrayed her arousal.
    “Getting you in the right frame of mind,” he said, turning her so she stood with her belly touching the back of the chair. “Bend over, legs wide so your inner thighs touch the outsides of the back legs of the chair. Take hold of the front legs for support.”
    She looked up at him, color warming her face but not a hint of resistance in her eyes. Actually, there was something other there, something akin to acceptance.
    “Jackson?” she began.
    “Do it.”
    It took her a few moments and he did not assist her but rather stood back to watch, his cock thick in his pants. She widened her stance and leaned forward, shifting her legs a little to balance herself as her hands wrapped around the front legs of the chair. Once she was situated, she turned to meet his gaze, arousal softening her eyes.
    He stood watching her and when her glance slid down to his cock, he moved closer. “Look in the mirror,” he said.
    She turned to glance back, her action slow and tentative. The soft pink flush of her face deepened but she did not move to cover herself.
    “I want you to stay just like this until I’m back. I won’t be gone for more than half an hour. Take that time to think about your attitude, think about how bad girls get punished and how good girls get rewarded.” He stood directly behind her, blocking her view of herself, his hands parting her bottom to expose her dark bottom hole along with the wet folds of her pussy. He pulled her lips apart and reached his fingertips down over the moisture there, finding her swollen nub. She made a sound and pushed herself against his hand when he began to rub. “Good girl,” he said, one finger sliding into her pussy as the tip of his thumb came