Undone Rebel (Undone Lovers, Book One) by Lila Dubois Page A

Addie looked into Emory’s icy brown gaze and a little shiver raced down her spine. “I was just…frustrated. Lane did teach me some rules, but I wasn’t sure if they were his rules or universal rules.”
    Emory ran his hands up her thighs, his thumbs skirting the insides. He stopped just short of her pussy. “Understandable, which is why you won’t be held accountable to the standards of a sub, and punished accordingly. That being said, you will show myself and this culture the respect they deserve. For the rest of the session you will not speak unless spoken to. You will answer every question with ‘yes Sir’ or ‘no Sir’. Do you understand?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    When Emory walked away, Addie followed him with her gaze, more than a little worried about the rest of the day, and also more than a little turned-on.
    Emory took one last thing from the box. This time Addie could clearly see what it was when he brought it back. The silver dildo was short and thick, with a single long white ostrich feather coming out of the end.
    Addie opened her mouth to ask what that was for and where he was going to put it, but snapped her mouth closed, remembering he’d ordered her not to speak.
    “Well done. I know the inability to ask questions can be frustrating. I will tell you what I feel it’s relevant for you to know. This,” he held the dildo out for her to inspect, “is a tool used to gauge a submissive’s response to verbal stimuli. I’ll insert it into your sex. I then list the possible scenes. Your body will react to the ones you find most sexually appealing by contracting your pussy muscles. That will cause the feather to jump, telling me that you’re interested.”
    Addie was utterly speechless. It was a diabolical lie detector…that went in her vagina.
    “Let’s begin. Stand up, turn around, and place your left knee and hands on the seat. Press your shoulders against the back of the chair.”
    She wasn’t ready; this was too fast, like a date running out of control. But as Addie got to her feet, wobbling slightly in her black heels, she couldn’t deny how wet she was, how aroused. Getting into position, she looked at the floor over the back of the chair. She didn’t feel as exposed in this position as she had in some of the bent-over stances Lane had made her take.
    Emory’s hands gripped her waist, his fingers slender and firm, if a little cold. Goose bumps broke out over most of her body as he ran those fingers up and down her back, adjusting her position. His hands returned to her waist and plucked the waistband of her panties, pulling them down to dangle around her upper thighs.
    “You have a nice figure, a beautiful ass.” He traced a pattern across it with his fingers, and Addie wondered if he was outlining the faded bruises she’d been able to see this morning in the mirror.
    He separated her ass cheeks with his thumbs. Addie rocked forward with a little hiss.
    “Have you been used anally before?”
    “Ah, yes. Lane.”
    “Did you enjoy it?”
    “Yes.”
    A stinging slap landed on her right cheek, quickly followed by one to the left. The skin-to-skin contact pricked and burned, but didn’t cause the throbbing pain of the hairbrush. Addie looked over her shoulder to see that Emory had stripped off his coat and was standing to one side, his palm raised to punish her. He spanked her ass in a steady rhythm, until the surface burn felt like fire, until Addie was squeezing her eyes closed, her hands white-knuckled around the chair. Why was he spanking her? She hadn’t done anything wrong…
    Shit.
    “Sir! Yes Sir, I did enjoy it.”
    The spanking ceased.
    Addie sagged. Her entire ass throbbed with warm pain. She could feel the distinct imprint of the last few swats. She felt bad, naughty…and even more turned-on than she had before the spanking.
    “I’m pleased you figured out your mistake.”
    He cupped her upper thighs and turned his hands in, his thumbs just below her pussy lips. She could