Chapter Twenty
Reiteration
Amy
“Why are you being punished, Amy?”
Kyle’s voice was smooth, like a shot of hard liquor when it was needed, and quite in contrast to the ferocity of the spanks he landed. She flinched as the latest strike resonated over her exposed and upturned ass, releasing the breath she’d been holding.
“I wasn’t honest about how I felt, sir.” Hot tears pricked her eyes as she confessed her wrongdoing.
In truth, she couldn’t really see the deed of not asking to use his name warranted such a response, but already flung over his knee, she didn’t argue. She could have countered him in the restaurant when he’d first threatened the punishment or on the way home in the taxi, but she knew why she hadn’t.
Because I want him to spank me.
Her lips parted as he delivered the next swat. Playing Kyle’s submissive was such a paradox. She’d been raised to be independent, despite the knocks that life had brought to her door, and it had felt all shades of wrong to relinquish control to any man—let alone one she hadn’t known. Writhing over him, though, she ceded, not only to his palm but to the knowledge the surrender allowed her to blossom as a woman. She was more comfortable in her own skin than she’d ever been before in her life, and she certainly didn’t believe that was a coincidence.
Kyle was that difference. His self-assured authority had allowed her to grow.
“That’s right.” Peppering a fast succession of blows over her backside, he went on. “And that’s unacceptable, Amy. For our love to flourish it needs complete and open honesty from both sides.”
“Yes, sir.” Her toes curled as she tried to accept the intensity of the spanking, but Christ, it was harder than any she could remember. Clearly, Kyle was trying to make a point he intended for her to remember. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” His palm halted suddenly, resting over her heated skin. “I don’t want apologies, little girl. I want your word that from this moment, things change.”
“Yes, sir.”
She twisted to see his face, but the high-backed chair he’d selected from the dining room meant she was sprawled lower than usual, and it was almost impossible to make eye contact. Balling her hands into fists, she tried not to dwell on the fact he’d insisted the spanking couldn’t wait and had dragged the chair into the vast hallway to perform the deed as soon as they’d arrived back at Brock Hall. Any other member of staff could walk past and witness her denigration—a fact she was sure was the point. To make matters even worse, he’d hiked down her trousers and panties, the fabric of both clinging around her knees while he humbled her.
“You have my word, sir.”
“Good.” The warmth of his palm disappeared, and she tensed reflexively, knowing what would come next. “I promise to be more focused on your needs from now on, little girl.”
She groaned as a fresh torrent of strikes rained down over her bottom, relishing the way the hurt melded into a warmth that seemed to speak directly to her pussy. If that was Kyle attending to her needs, then long may his dedication last.
“Thank you, sir.”
Unclenching her hands, she trailed her fingertips over the cool tiles, conscious of how much she adored him for giving her exactly what she needed. Somehow, the man seemed able to discern her requirements even before she’d registered them. It was as though he knew her soul.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He folded over her, brushing his lips over her sore skin, and unthinkingly, she mewled at the intimate change of tack. His hand was so unyielding, while his mouth promised so much exquisite tenderness. The contrast left her head spinning.
“Sir?” Once more, she tried to meet his eyes, but he held her down with ease.
“Shhh.” He sighed. “I’d so wanted to give you a proper spanking… to really send the message about how important honesty is.”
She clenched her punished backside. As far as Amy was concerned, that message had been delivered.
“I understand.” She swallowed. “After so long ‘making do’, I don’t think it will be easy for me, but I swear I’ll try to be honest about my feelings from now on.”
“I know.” His breath was warm on her bare skin, his hand trailing a line along her blouse to massage her shoulder. “You’re nothing short of perfect, little girl.”
She bit back on her smile. “Far be it for me correct you, sir… especially when I’m strewn over you in the hall, but if I was perfect, why are you spanking me?”
“Because you want me to.” His answer was immediate. “Because underneath all those layers of crappy conditioning, you’re just as kinky as me, young lady.”
Her grin grew. There was no countering that.
“That’s true, sir.”
She sagged over him, relaxing into her prone position. She still wasn’t crazy about the idea of Leonard or Stevens wandering through the hall and finding her there with him, but things had changed since she’d first met those guys.
She was with Kyle now, not subject to his contractual rules as she used to be, and, despite her vulnerable stance, she was his equal partner. Others could judge her all they liked, but it changed nothing. She knew in her heart that Kyle would choose her over any of them.
“I know.” Rising over her, he squeezed her left cheek. “It’s one of the reasons I adore you so much. Get up.” Holding her shoulder, he righted her, easing her to her knees by his left side. “You know I love you, right?”
The specter of something akin to insecurity flashed in his eyes, and shifting on her knees, she reached for his thigh.
“Yes, sir.”
It was unlike Kyle to be insecure about anything, particularly when he was delivering discipline, but the way he continued to let her into his mindset was truly welcome. Amy knew she could trust him because he was prepared to let his defenses down. That was why his demand for honesty resonated so deeply within her.
“Are you okay?” She edged closer on her knees, aware that her clothing was still caught around her calves.
“Of course.” Allowing his hand to rise, he stroked the back of her hair. “How can I not be? You give me everything I’ve been missing in one wonderful package.”
Her lips tugged at the compliment, still unsure how she’d managed to find such an incredible man.
“Is my spanking over, sir?”
She wasn’t sure whether she wanted it to be or not. The strikes had stung, but there was something about a spanking—being so close to him and demanding all of his attention—that enthralled her. She could no longer imagine a life without his taxing punishments. It was even more liberating than his money.
“For now.” He seemed to soften at the verdict, his fingers tangling in her hair. “I’m going to take you to bed instead.”
Her heart sped up at the promise. “Now, sir?”
“Yes, now.” Tugging her against him, he growled the words. “Or maybe I should just fuck you here over the table.” He signaled to the ornate piece of furniture in the center of the room. “Stevens will be back soon, and I’m sure he’d enjoy the show.”
She clenched at the dark scene his words painted, aware of her nipples beading beneath her blouse. “Whatever you want, sir.”
She didn’t especially welcome the prospect of Kyle’s driver, or even the new gardener he’d hired, discovering her semi-naked as he fucked her over the antique table, but secretly, she was captivated by the idea. Consenting to be his meant submitting to his will—however perverted it might be. That was what made the man so sexy.
“Good answer.” His lips curled as he rose to his full height and gently jerked her to her feet with him. “Why not, then?”
Dark eyebrow cocking, as though Kyle was daring her to answer, he acted before she could even contemplate a reply. He dragged her the short distance to the table, bending her over the ancient wood and holding her down as he smacked her right cheek. The sound of the slap echoed around the space, elevating her already accelerating pulse.
“I want you out of those clothes.” His words were almost lost over the noise of the crack to her left cheek. “Now.”
“Yes, sir.”
She moved as soon as his hand relented, shuffling her clothing to her ankles before shaking it free from her altogether. Resting her palms on the aged wood, she hoped it could withstand the pressure as she edged her feet apart.
“Good girl.”
His hand pressed on her back, pushing her down, and by the time she glanced back, she noticed his eager cock already in his hand. The sight of him was temptation itself. Dressed in his expensive suit, with his dark hair falling past his expressive eyes, he was utterly gorgeous.
“Sir.” She didn’t know what she was asking for as her desperate tone reverberated. Did she want him to take her somewhere more private to claim her, or, as she suspected, was she only frantic for him to bang her in the entrance to his impressive house and damn the consequences? “Please.”
“Baby.” He nudged her feet wider as his cock slid between her cheeks. “Patience. You’re going to get what you want.”
Pressing her elbows against the cold wood, she had no doubt about that.
“Oh God.” She arched her back, inviting his roaming dick to just glide where she longed for it to be.
At that moment, she couldn’t have cared less if half of the local community had wandered through the door to witness their union. In fact, her tingling clit gave her the distinct impression she might have liked to put on a slutty performance for them. She was the one half-naked while he, ever in control, was still fully dressed. Everything was precisely as it was supposed to be.
“You’re so agitated.” He chuckled, as angling his cock, he finally relented and gave them both what they needed. Sliding deep inside her, he eased slowly away. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Fuck that!”
Pushing back against him, her lips widened at the exalted sensation. She loved the way he felt inside her. That connection was what she wanted—to be with him—to be his .
“Hey!” he barked, his hips stilling.
One blistering smack to her right cheek sent a shot of hurt whipping through her senses, but rather than disconcert, the pain only amplified her need.
“Jesus!” The hurt was so good, ricocheting around her ass until it settled in her core. “Yes, sir.”
She flung her head back, hoping he’d understand the unspoken cue and take control, but she needn’t have worried. The man was practically a telepath, and grasping her hair, he did precisely what she wanted and forced her head back to meet him.
“Is that what you want?” He slammed into her, each thrust pushing her sex against the ornamental table and providing the most delectable friction.
“Yes.” She smacked her palm against the wood to reinforce the point. “Yes, sir!”
“Then, you’ve got it.”
His pace increased, as though screwing her into oblivion had become his new priority. Amy yielded to the frenzy, permitting herself to get lost in the passion. With the intensity burgeoning, his every lunge was pivotal, each one nudging her closer to the glorious end game.
All she knew was how good it was, how much she wanted him, and how close she was to unraveling. When his hand relaxed in her hair, she was vaguely aware of folding over the table. She pressed her face and the top half of her body onto the cold surface and clung on for dear life—hoping it was capable of bearing their weight.
Beyond that, all conscious thought was discarded until the pressure building at her clit finally exploded, catapulting her to the stars.