Chapter 21
Victoria
Melody and Emilia are at the breakfast nook when Blaze carries me into the kitchen from his truck. My stomach growls at the sight of food. Suddenly, I’m starving.
“You’re back,” Emilia says. She points toward a seat and looks from me to Blaze. “Did you have lunch yet? Will you let Victoria eat with us? We were just getting started.”
“Where did you guys go, anyway?” Melody asks, cocking her head to the side.
Blaze pulls out a chair and sits in it, turning me to the side so I’m settled across his lap. He pats my thighs.
I have a strong suspicion things are about to get really filthy, really fast in this kitchen, and I nervously fiddle with my hands in my lap.
Blaze calmly tucks a curl behind my ear. “Where did we go, baby?”
Oh yeah. He’s definitely going to pull out all the stops now. I should be very concerned about the information he gathered from our visit to the doctor. Shit.
“We went to see Kinsley,” I begin, hesitantly.
“Do you want to tell them why we went to the clinic, baby?” Blaze asks, as if he’s requesting that I describe what I want on my sandwich. The spread of meats, cheeses, and condiments is drawing me, but he’s not going to let me eat until he’s completed whatever is on his agenda.
I grip my thighs together, because holy shit…
Blaze sets a hand on my leg and squeezes, letting me know he’s well aware of my reaction to him.
Melody and Emilia sit taller, eyes wide, slight grins on their faces. They’re obviously expecting something kinky to happen, and they’re down for it. At least they won’t be grossed out or surprised.
“Well-woman exam,” I say, proud of myself for coming up with a suitable answer that isn’t a lie.
Blaze smirks.
My pussy creams. My clit is pulsing. If I could squeeze my legs a bit tighter and maybe lean forward a bit, I could probably come.
Blaze sets a hand on the front of my cotton dress between my breasts and smooths the material as though it were wrinkled. What he really does is draw attention to my nipples.
Madness. I’m totally aroused when I should be humiliated and running from this weird house.
The problem is we both learned that every inch of me comes alive when he exposes me like this, physically with regard to my hard nipples and emotionally by talking about my intimate doctor’s visit in front of other people.
“Where is everyone else?” Blaze asks.
Melody swallows. She’s going to answer, but she’s taking her time.
“Gretchen and Isabel went into town to get a few groceries. Haden and Brody are in the construction office out back, meeting with a contractor. Reagan and Tiago took a group out rock climbing. Well, Tiago did. He’s making Reagan watch from the ground.
Dallas is at the library with Arianna. Ryder and Claire went to her parents’ bakery to have lunch with them. ”
Emilia glances at Melody. “Maybe you and I should go do that thing we need to do…in the, uh, parlor.”
Blaze laughs. “Which of the dozens of parlors would that be? What a weird word for a room.”
“The, uh, green one,” Melody says. “We can come back later and eat.”
Blaze shakes his head. “Nope. You’re fine.”
I’m shaking. The unknown is killing me. I have assumptions, but that seems dangerous. I should never underestimate Blaze. Not in this lifetime. I’ve unleashed a monster with my newfound humiliation kink. One I didn’t even know about.
After tucking my hair behind my ear again, Blaze kisses my temple. “I think now is a good time for me to spank you for sassing me at the clinic, don’t you, Victoria?”
At this point, I think that’s a great idea. It’s much better than making me tell them about my hymen.
“How about we get that out of the way? And then you can eat lunch with the girls and tell them all about your visit to the doctor’s office.”
I draw in a breath. “Okay.” I think he reads me a bit too well. He knows I don’t mind telling the other women why I went to see Kinsley, but it’s going a bit too far to make me tell them in front of him. He figured that out and changed things up.
This could be a good development, but it also could work against me just as often. He’s too perceptive. I’ll end up getting spanked every day in front of these women if I’m not careful.
Blaze scoots his seat back a few more inches and drags the chairs on both sides of us alongside him before lifting me by the hips and turning me over. “Elbows on one chair, knees on the other.”
I get into position. What I want to do is reach back and smooth my dress over my bottom, but I don’t dare.
Melody and Emilia are on the bench seat on the other side of the table. I don’t think they can see me much at all now that I’m over Blaze’s lap.
Blaze pushes my dress up and tucks his fingers under the elastic of my panties.
I gasp and clench my knees together, reaching back to stop him. It’s instinctive. I can’t help myself.
“Tuck your naughty hands under your head, Victoria,” he orders.
“But…”
He looks over me toward the women. “Do your husbands spank you?”
“Sometimes,” Melody says.
“Do they let you keep your panties on when they spank you?”
“No,” she whispers.
Fuck. I’m doomed.
Blaze pulls my panties to my knees before palming my bottom.
“When I spank you, it will always be on bare skin. Same as every other part of your body. I need to see what I’m doing so I can be sure I’m swatting you hard enough to punish you but not hard enough to break the skin.
Do you think it would be safe for me to spank your nipples over the top of your dress? ”
Shit. He went there. I’m struggling not to squirm. He didn’t let me come in the doctor’s office, and my desperate need didn’t abate on the drive home. Now he’s using my newfound kink to drive me wild. “No,” I mutter.
“Ten swats.” Before I can protest, he lands the first slap. It sounds so loud in the huge kitchen. I whimper and pray no one else comes into the house while he’s disciplining me.
My pussy is dripping. I can’t grip my thighs together tight enough.
All I can do is grit my teeth and try not to moan as he splatters my bottom with firm slaps.
It hurts, but it’s a different sensation from the one I got when he cropped my tits.
The burn is welcome. Oddly soothing. Yeah, I’m also aroused, but when am I not with him?
It seems like forever before he’s finally done. He rubs my bottom with his palm before righting my panties and turning me in his arms. Hugging me against him, he kisses my temple. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you, Victoria?” he teases.
“Probably.”
After a minute, he leans me back and meets my gaze, searching my eyes. Finally, he smiles. “Oh yeah, that’s definitely going to be a regular thing.”
I groan.
He laughs. “Lunch?”
“Please.” I need him to leave the room. The intensity is killing me. I can’t catch my breath.
Blaze stands, sets me on my sore bottom on his vacated seat, and props my leg up on the chair next to me. “Keep it elevated. You’ll think that tiny little spanking was child’s play if I find this leg dangling down. Understood?”
I, of course, shudder. “Yes.” My ass is on fire, and I suspect it could be a lot worse.
“Good girl.” He kisses me on the forehead. “I need to make a call. I’ll come back and get you later.”
“Okay.” I watch as he leaves the room. He’s already pulling his phone out of his pocket, and he’s moving fast. I wonder what the hell is suddenly so urgent, and I’m worried it might be his PI.
“Fuck. Me,” Melody breathes out as soon as we’re alone.
I turn to find her with her hand over her heart. She’s nearly panting.
Emilia’s eyes are wide. She’s holding on to the edge of the table. “What the hell did you do to deserve that?”
I shrug. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I have to do anything. Blaze found out I have a humiliation kink. He was testing me to see how I would react in front of you.”
Melody giggles. “That was so damn hot.”
I squirm. My panties are still soaked, but they don’t know that. “Yeah. More so for me than you.”
Emilia pretends to fan herself with one hand. “And why did you really go to see Kinsley?”
I bite into my lip, staring at them before releasing it. There are clearly no secrets in this house, and, frankly, I’m looking forward to having female friends I can be close with. I never had gal pals, even when I was in elementary school.
They lean forward, waiting.
“I’m a virgin,” I blurt out.
Melody shrugs. “Don’t let that embarrass you. Ironically, all of us were.”
My eyes bug out. “Seriously?”
Emilia nods. “Yes, but what does that have to do with Kinsley?”
I really am legitimately embarrassed to answer that. It sounds silly in my head. “She was checking to see how attached my hymen is,” I whisper.
“Oh.” Melody leans back. “Whose idea was that?”
“Mostly mine. I’m really nervous about having sex for the first time. Were you?” I look from one to the other.
They both nod.
“Full-on panic,” Emilia agrees. “But I promise it only hurts for a moment. Then it feels so good you’ll totally forget the pain.”
Melody nods. “She’s right. It’s a blip on the radar. Try not to let it consume you.”
I take a deep breath. “Thank you. That helps.”
“Is he going to have sex with you?” Emilia asks.
“Not until I agree to marry him.”
Melody laughs. “Yep. True Wilde fashion. When’s the wedding?”
I groan.
We only met two days ago…