Chapter 25
Victoria
I’m freaking out. I would be pacing if I were allowed to put more weight on my leg. Instead, I’m wringing my hands in my lap, where I sit in the library. I keep staring at the cool ladders, trying to distract myself with thoughts of climbing them to see what books are on the upper shelves.
“Don’t get any ideas, naughty girl.”
I turn my head at the sound of Blaze’s voice. “About what?”
He nods toward the ladders. “House rule. No climbing the steps.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Safety.”
“They look safe to me,” I grumble.
He smirks. “I’m sure they are. Ryder had them checked out as soon as he moved in, but he still doesn’t let Claire climb them. And that trickled down. Tiago decided Reagan couldn’t, either. Then Dallas put his foot down with Arianna. And so on. Stay off the ladders.”
“So bossy,” I mutter. “Can I at least walk around so I can see the books on the lower shelves?”
“No.”
“What if I use crutches and promise to keep my foot off the floor?”
“No.” He steps in front of me, plants his feet wide, and crosses his arms. He’s still got that smirk, though.
I think we’re playing a game here. I feel compelled to push him. It’s an odd sensation. We talked about this. He explained that, over time, we would find out what works for us as far as how much submission I need.
I’m nervous because it feels so wrong of me to defy him intentionally. Why would I choose to do that? But I know the answer. I’m stressed beyond all belief while waiting for my bitch of a stepmother to show up. I need a distraction. And I think a hard spanking will do that.
“Kinsley said I could put weight on my leg now. She’s the doctor.”
“Does she make the rules in our relationship?”
I swallow. Yes, we’re going there. Right now. It’s sort of a game, but at the same time, it’s real. It’s our reality. It doesn’t matter what anyone else’s relationship dynamic looks like. This is between me and Blaze.
I want his palm on my ass. So badly that I press my knees together and push my hands against my thighs. I’m so turned on that I’m struggling to keep up the dialogue.
He’s waiting for me to respond.
“No, Sir.”
I’m wearing a dress. It’s a simple cotton dress. Nothing fancy. One of several Blaze ordered a few days ago, and he keeps putting me in them. He obviously prefers me in dresses, and honestly, I like them, too.
I’ve never been extremely girly before, and I wouldn’t exactly say I’m very girly now either. I haven’t worn any makeup since I got here. I haven’t done much to my hair either. I currently have the front pinned on top of my head, the curls are loose down my back and over my shoulders.
The dresses are the biggest change for me, though. They make me feel submissive. When I’m wearing one, they put me in a different headspace. I haven’t had jeans or even shorts on for a few days, and the thought of wearing something so restrictive doesn’t sit right with me anymore.
“Kinsley sent me a list of stretches that will help your leg heal and keep it from getting weak or tight. I’ll start you on them soon.
In the meantime, minimal walking, Victoria.
If I catch you putting weight on that leg without permission, you’ll find yourself standing in the corner on your other leg for so long your muscles ache. ”
I flinch at his mention of standing in the corner. Why the hell does that make me fucking horny? It’s madness. There’s no explanation for why his bossiness makes my pussy pulse.
With my palms pressed into my thighs, I hold my breath, trying to keep from squirming. But I still need the spanking.
“You can’t possibly watch me every second of the day,” I sass.
He drops his arms and steps closer.
My breath hitches when he sets his hands on either side of my head on the back of the sofa. “Such a naughty girl.”
I swallow. Even though I’m doing this intentionally, I’m still not positive it’s the right thing to do.
He calmly kisses my forehead. “You’re worried about what’s going to happen when your stepmother gets here, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“I bet a hard spanking will help you relax.”
I gulp back my nerves and nod.
Blaze sits next to me and pats his thighs. “Face down over my lap, Victoria,” he demands.
Trembling, I turn and crawl over his legs, letting my cheek rest against the cushions on the other side of him.
Blaze gently arranges my legs so they’re stretched out against the couch. The back of the sofa faces the door, so the only thing anyone would see from the entrance is Blaze’s head. They’d have to come into the room to see me.
I gasp when he stuffs a small pillow from the corner of the couch between my knees. “What…?” I twist my head to look at him.
“I want your legs to stay open while I spank you. You don’t get to apply pressure to your pussy.”
Sighing dramatically, I drop my cheek again.
He pushes my dress to the small of my back and reaches between my legs to palm my pussy. “Your panties are soaked, Victoria. Why is that?”
I moan. I’m throbbing. My two needs are at war with each other.
I desperately want him to spank me, but at the same time, I’d like him to fuck me, too.
It’s getting harder and harder to ignore the growing need.
He brings me to orgasm often, but he never puts anything inside me. It’s starting to make me go crazy.
After releasing my pussy, he pulls my panties over my butt and down my thighs. They’re stretched tight by the time they get to my knees.
I lift my head. “What if someone sees?” I whisper.
“Everyone knows what a hard spanking sounds like. If they come to the door, they’ll keep on going.”
“But the door is open.”
“Yep.”
“Maybe we should go upstairs.”
“Maybe you need a harder spanking than I thought.”
I groan. I need exactly what he’s going to give me. I have no doubt he can read me and deliver. The thought of someone hearing me makes my pussy throb harder. My face heats as I visualize Gretchen or Isabel walking by while I get my bottom spanked.
Blaze rubs my naked skin. “How does it feel having your shaved, bare pussy exposed, baby?”
I shudder.
He reaches between my legs and gently grazes his fingertips over my labia.
“So swollen and wet. I bet if I pushed a finger into your cunt you’d come so hard and scream so loud the entire mansion would know.
” He’s not even quiet. There are no sounds around us right now.
Not even a vacuum cleaner. Someone is bound to hear his filthy words.
Part of me wants him to get on with the spanking before we get caught. I’m dripping onto his fingers.
He taps my clit, making me flinch. “So sensitive. Such a naughty girl. It won’t do you any good to try to keep quiet because I’m going to spank you until you cry out. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
Finally, he lifts his palm and slaps my ass. It startles me, even though I was expecting it. He doesn’t give me a warm-up. The pain is welcome. I need it. My heart starts beating wildly.
Blaze spanks me again. And again. He moves his palm all around my bottom, covering every inch. Each slap is louder, resonating in my ears, echoing in the room. It seems so loud that someone several rooms away would hear it.
I know we’re not alone in the mansion. Ryder is for sure in his office. Brody and Haden are out in the construction office with Emilia. They could come inside. I think Tiago is upstairs.
Blaze shifts his focus to the backs of my thighs. It’s unexpected and makes me stiffen. He stops, his hand not touching me. The other is on the small of my back, holding my dress up and keeping me from wiggling.
“Relax your body, baby.”
I take a deep breath and try to obey him.
“Good girl. I want your thighs red-hot so everyone will see them and know you were disciplined.”
A rush of arousal leaks out of me. Holy shit.
“Ready for more, Victoria?”
“Yes, Sir.” I blow all the air out of my lungs and melt over him, focusing on how good this feels.
It’s not just the spanking. That’s the biggest part of it.
The rhythmic slaps and ensuing burn. It’s also the submission.
Turning myself over to him. Letting him discipline me.
It doesn’t matter that it’s contrived, and I basically asked for this. It’s still part of my submission.
But there’s another factor. The humiliation. The fact that someone could be listening, and as he pointed out, they will see my punished thighs afterward. Probably for the rest of the day.
Blaze spanks all the way to my knees and back up, over and over.
I realize my lips are pursed. I’m trying not to make a sound. And I remember he said he would spank me until I screamed, so I let my mouth go slack and focus on the growing pain.
A sudden firmer swat to my bottom makes me cry out and lift my head. The next slap has more force behind it, and I yelp louder.
Then he’s done, his palm rubbing my hot skin. “Such a good girl. You really needed that release, didn’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimper, sniffling. I wince several times as he continues to soothe my bottom and thighs with his palm. He spanked me hard this time. I’m going to feel it for a while, and I’m glad.
My breath hitches as he pulls my panties over my bottom. He even snaps the elastic at my thigh for good measure.
“Blaze!”
He chuckles and palms my pussy, pressing against the soaked cotton. One finger drags over my clit. “We’ll have to get creative about your spankings when your belly gets too big to lie over my lap.”
A moan escapes my lips. This one is sexual. I can’t help it.
He continues to lightly torment my clit.
“Your arms and legs will get strong from holding yourself on all fours. Seems like we should start practicing that so you’ll be ready.
From now on, each day you’ll spend some time on all fours.
I’ll increase the duration a bit every day to help you get stronger.
It will be good for you to get used to that position anyway since I’ll often milk you on all fours. ”
My body seizes. I come so hard my vision blurs. From his words and the slightest contact with my panty-covered clit. I don’t know how loud I am, but it sounds like it could wake the dead.
Blaze gently turns me over so I’m sitting sideways on his lap. He tucks a lock of curls behind my ear. “Such a good girl.” He kisses me and then stands, cradling me in his arms. He carries me over to the far wall, where he sets me on my feet and guides me into the corner.
He smooths a hand down the back of my hair. “You wanted to stand so badly. You can do it in this corner.” His words are so gentle. The tone doesn’t go with the demand.
“For how long?” I ask.
“Until someone comes in and sees you.” He turns my face toward where the walls come together. “I expect you to stay still. Hands behind your back, forehead to the corner, legs parted.”
He leaves me there, backing away.
“Your thighs are bright red, baby. I bet they’re on fire.”
I don’t answer except to shudder. Now I’m left with my thoughts and my burning ass, basically in timeout. I’m not aware of any pain in my shin. It’s fine. The fire all over my butt is welcome, too.
The fact that I’m stuck here until a random person sees me like this makes my heart race. All I can think about is who it will be and how humiliating it is to stand here like a naughty girl, letting everyone in the house know that I’m deeply submissive.
When Blaze starts talking, I’m startled by how close he is. He must be in an armchair near me. “Did you know that doctors say it’s perfectly fine for women to continue doing any physical activity they’re accustomed to when they’re pregnant?”
I don’t respond. I’m certain I’m not supposed to.
“Reagan is still able to go on hikes. It’s what her body is used to.”
What’s he getting at?
“You’ll be so used to having your bottom spanked and standing in a corner that we’ll be able to keep doing so all the way to the end of your pregnancy.
I’ll only spank you as hard as Kinsley says is safe, of course, which means when we see her in a few days to get your stitches taken out, I’ll want her opinion.
I’ll have you get on all fours on the exam table and swat your bottom while she watches.
She’ll need the demonstration in order to provide her assessment. ”
My pussy clenches. I stifle a moan. This man keeps me so freaking wet and horny. I had no idea I had this in me.
“When you’re pregnant, you’ll have to plant your feet back a bit farther to accommodate your tummy against the wall. After you deliver, your udders will drip down the walls.”
My legs are weak. I need him to stop talking. His words are so filthy and make me so hot for him.
“Fine,” I blurt out.
“Fine what, baby?”
“I’ll marry you. Just shut up before I come again.”
He chuckles. “Fuck, I love you.”