does
with them, but he lea一ves me feeling exposed as he plants a
soft kiss on each cheek.
“Take the shot, baby.”
“Take the shot, baby.”
I want to whimper, this is so not going to happen. I
know I am going to miss. I line up the white, hit it, and in
my impatience, miss the black completely. I wait for the
blow—but it doesn’t come. Instead he leans right over me,
flattening me against the table, takes the cue out of my
hand and rolls it to the side cushion. I can feel him, hard,
against my backside.
“You missed,” he says softly in my ear. My cheek is
pressed against the baize. “Put your hands flat on the
table.”
I do as he says.
“Good. I’m going to spank you now and next time,
maybe you won’t.” He shifts so he’s standing to my left
side, his erection against my hip.
I groan and my heart leaps into my mouth. My breath
comes in short pants and a hot, hea一vy excitement courses
through my veins. Gently, he caresses my behind and curls
his other hand around the nape of my neck, his fingers
fisting in my hair, his elbow at my back, holding me down.
I am completely helpless.
“Open your legs,” he murmurs and for a moment, I
hesitate. And he smacks me hard—with the ruler! The
noise is harsher than the sting, and it takes me by surprise.
I gasp, and he hits me again.
“Legs,” he orders. I open my legs, panting. The ruler
strikes again. Ow—it stings, but its crack across my skin
sounds worse than it feels.
I close my eyes and absorb the pain. It’s not too bad,
and Christian’s breathing becomes harsher. He hits me
and Christian’s breathing becomes harsher. He hits me
again and again, and I moan. I am not sure how many
more strokes I can bear—but hearing him, knowing how
turned on he is, feeds my arousal and my willingness to
continue. I am crossing to the dark side, a place in my
psyche I don’t know well but ha一ve visited before in the
playroom—with the Tallis. The ruler strikes once more,
and I moan loudly, and Christian groans in response. He
hits me again—and again . . . and
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