FIFTEEN
DAKOTA
“Hands on your thighs.”
Instantly regretting my choice of words, I did as I was told.
I kneeled in front of him, placing my palms down flat on my thighs with my heart racing. Smart mouth.
Chase muttered something in Italian to Logan and I didn’t dare shift my eyes to him. I didn’t want to risk seeing the disappointment he may or may not have. I’d rather not find out.
Chase motioned for me to lift my hands and when I did, he tied my wrists with his belt and I winced when he tightened it.
He pulled me to my feet, grabbed my thighs and tossed me onto his shoulder. I nearly yelped with wide eyes. Damn. And here I thought Kaden was strong. Careful Kaden… Tall and lean over here is coming for your title.
Chase carried me into an unfamiliar room and as soon as we entered it smelled like heaven. Like them. It was as though all of their scents had perfectly combined. And their scents had me by my fucking clit—
My eyes shot open in fear. I soon realized that I didn’t say it out loud and blew out a breath of relief. They’re not superhuman, Dakota, relax. They can’t read your mind.
Carefully, Chase lowered me and I stood in front of him—I was nothing but a pile of nerves. Subtly, yet suspiciously, I eyed him, just to see if he could read my mind. If he had heard what I just thought.
He seemed pissed, but I don’t think it’s because he could read my mind.
He lifted my wrists, and reached up, grabbing something hanging from the ceiling. I swallowed hard as he tied my wrists above my head. Ohhh boy…
“Chase, I’m s—”
“What’s your safe word?” he interrupted.
I smiled. “Oopsie Daisy.”
“Dakota.”
My smile dropped and I cleared my throat before answering in a murmur.
He stepped aside, grabbed a steel bar from one of the cabinets and walked back over.
Suddenly, my heart was racing a million miles per hour. I looked up at my hands above my head, then down to my feet. Thankfully, I was wearing heels, so the stretch wasn’t too bad… for now.
My anxiety built knots in my stomach, and my palms grew clammy when I felt Chase step behind me.
Slowly, he dragged my zipper down before pulling my dress past my hips and allowing it to pool at my feet.
“Kick off your shoes and step out of your dress.”
With my throat closing, I did as I was told. I kicked off my heels one by one, standing on the balls of my feet before stepping out of my dress and pushing it to the side.
Chase lowered himself to one knee and grabbed my ankle, tying it to one end of the bar, before doing the same to my other ankle.
My wrists were both tied together above my head while my legs were spread, tied to the metal bar. I would never have thought that I’d ever be in this position.
He walked over to the dresser, and pulled out a piece of black silk material. He stepped behind me, gently placing the material over my eyes before tying it behind my head. A shudder rippled through my body at how vulnerable I was beginning to feel.
My heart was pounding in my ears as the heat radiated off his body. He pulled the front of my lace bra down and cupped my breasts in both of his hands. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden contact and when my thighs wanted to close, the bar rattled.
His voice was low, the vibrations settling in my core. “What did I tell you to do?”
My voice was brittle. “Stop using foul language.”
I suppressed a whimper when he pinched both of my nipples with his thumb and pointer finger at my response before twisting them.
“And what did you do?”
“I used foul language,” I breathed.
He pressed his lips to my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin and goosebumps trailed up the nape of my neck. “Do you deserve to be punished?”
I instinctively nodded. “Yes.” He pinched my tight nipples harder with disapproval. “Yes, Professor.”
“Then beg me.”
The edge in his voice triggered my aching submission and I couldn’t fight the need for wanting to obey him.
His hand left one of my breasts before I felt him position an object between my legs. A toy.
I shuddered at his words. “Please, punish me.”
He pushed my panties aside, slipping the toy inside of me and my mouth fell open with a gasp. His thumb grazed my clit and I whimpered. “Oh—please, Chase.”
Slow vibrations buzzed against me and I arched my back, forcing my ass back against him.
“Please, punish me,” I begged. “Please, Professor.”
His thumb applied pressure to my clit as he buried his face in the crease of my neck—kissing my skin. Grinding my ass back against him in desperation, I could feel his erection grow harder with each moan, each bit of friction against him. “Oh, fuck,” I stammered a moan.
My eyes squeezed shut in realization, and I instantly regretted my choice of words. Again— do I ever learn!?
He turned up the intensity of the vibrations and I knew that he wasn’t impressed.
He grabbed my face with his free hand and turned my head—forcing his lips to mine. His fingers snaked around my throat and my body automatically tried squeezing my thighs together.
With lustful force he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I moaned, allowing it to dominate mine.
“Chase,” I sighed, between kisses, feeling the vibrations between my thighs force a desperate ache to my clit.
“Please… Chase—” I was cut off with a moan as his thumb rubbed circles over my sensitive clit.
I groaned in pleasure, tugging my wrists repeatedly and I could hear the chains above me rattling.
He broke the kiss, his fingers digging into my face with a deadly grip. “You don’t come without my permission. Understand?”
I nodded.
His tone gripped my spine. “Answer me.”
I swallowed hard, nodding again. “Yes, Professor.”
“Atta girl.”
I could feel my cheeks burning with shame, knowing that all I wanted to do was please him. Make him proud.
His gentle fingertips traced up the inside of my thigh and I whimpered, dropping my head as he dragged my arousal up and over my clit.
He trailed kisses up my bare shoulder, before sinking his teeth into my skin and I opened my mouth to moan, fisting my hands above my head.
His mouth latched onto my skin as he sucked—deeply—making my head roll back onto his shoulder. My brows drew together in pure ecstasy as I moaned his name, feeling my core tighten.
The vibrations between my legs, his fingers teasing my clit, and his lips to my neck forced me over the edge. But, I knew better.
His lips trailed along my ear and my mouth gaped open as my eyes fluttered closed. I leaned into him, feeling him kiss my ear before tugging my earlobe with his teeth.
“Chase, please, let me come,” I pleaded, grinding back harder against him. He groaned, rubbing my clit faster and I moaned, feeling the muscles in my stomach tighten. “Please, Chase, oh— please,” I begged, feeling my orgasm near.
My arousal trickled down my inner thigh, and if he didn’t give me permission soon, I wouldn’t be able to hold it in.
His mouth and hands dropped from my body and I heard his footsteps as he walked away from me. I bit down on my teeth, fighting against my orgasm. The vibrator between my legs forced satisfactory tingles to crawl throughout my body.
His footsteps approached me, and the soft touch of material—most likely leather— trailed up the outside of my thigh.
His voice was dripping in an authoritative lust. “Count. You miss one… I’ll start again.”
I held my breath in anticipation and the material sliced through the air, landing with a smack to my thigh. My moan echoed through the room as I arched my back.
My tremulous voice replaced my cry. “One.”
The material left my thigh before it came crashing down again, this time, on my right thigh.
I winced, squeezing around the vibrator. “Two.”
The material whipped through the air again but this time, on the same spot. I whimpered at the contact, feeling my skin tingle. “Three.”
By now, my legs were numb and shaking as I fought to close them, but with the bar, I couldn’t.
He didn’t miss a beat when he sliced the whip through the air, smacking my other thigh and I squeezed my eyes shut, moaning his name.
A tear trickled down my warm cheek as my chest heaved for oxygen.
“Chase, please….” I whimpered, desperate for his permission.
He struck my thigh again and again and again and— I moaned.
“Oh, please,” I choked out. “Please let me come.”
His voice was deep—dark. “Are you close?”
I nodded immediately. “Yeah.”
My arousal trickled down my thighs as he took two steps closer.
He dipped his hand lower between my legs, pulling out the vibrating toy and my heart sank. No.
My chest heaved as he stepped back, making me lose the warmth of his body.
My voice was strangled. “No.”
His tone held a firm command that made my stomach twist. “Don’t disobey me again.”
I was entirely lost, hearing him retreat. I could feel every pulse in my neck as my heavy heart rate steadied.
I opened my mouth to protest, but I knew better than to go against him. My body ached with need and frustration, but I bit my tongue, accepting that this was my punishment.
And it was a fuc—a punishment. It was a punishment.
He disappeared behind me, and I threw my head back, closing my eyes as my chest still rose and fell deeply. I tried slowing my breathing down in an attempt to calm the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
My thighs were buzzing in pain.
Eventually, his presence behind me was back before he lowered himself, loosening my ankles. It felt like a relief when I could finally close my legs again.
He loosened my blindfold and I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the dim light.
He wrapped one firm arm around me and my wrists trembled as he undid the cuffs. I collapsed into his arms with a shaky breath.
“Easy,” he whispered, carefully lifting me into his arms—bridal style.
I blinked up at him, overwhelmed, and rested my head against his shoulder. My eyelids threatening to stay closed was a clear indicator that I wouldn’t have difficulty falling asleep tonight.
His voice held concern. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I sighed.
Carefully, he laid me in the bathtub and I softly moaned, feeling the warm water soothe every inch of me. Bubbles…
I smiled, resting my head against the edge of the tub. Once again, he tied my hair for me before disappearing into the room. He came back with a glass of water and held it for me as I sipped some. I thanked him, and he moved the chair to sit down beside me.
He reached forward, gently cupping the side of my face and I leaned into his palm. “I’m sorry,” I apologized, looking up at him. “I won’t do it again.”
He simply nodded, as he gently ran his thumb over my cheekbone.
“You did so well today.”
I smiled, shyly, as I avoided his eyes.
“I knew you would.”
Like a silly little schoolgirl, my heart fluttered at his words, and I couldn’t help but feel flustered.
“Are you hurt? Or uncomfortable?” he asked, and the genuine concern in his voice tugged at my heartstrings.
“No, Professor Madden, I am not,” I shook my head, allowing my head to slightly fall to the side as I glanced up at him. A timid smile found its way to my face as I stared up at him. I reached for his hand, and he allowed me to entwine our fingers.
“Ah, yes,” he nodded. “You did read through our section of the contract,” he mused.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I might have skimmed through it,” I shrugged. He brought our hands to his lips, and gently pressed a kiss to the back of my hand.
* * *
I groaned, tossing and turning as I shivered underneath the sheets.
Eventually, I peeled my eyes open and stared up at the ceiling. The wind howled outside, and I could hear leaves rustling in the distance. I groaned in annoyance knowing that my incredibly good sleep was just interrupted.
I needed to get my clothes over here ASAP. Sleeping in nothing but a silk robe was too cold.
I threw my legs over the edge of the bed as I climbed out. The sky rumbled and a chill ran down my spine as I hugged myself. I looked out the window—the eerie night sky pushing me further toward the door.
The house was quiet, and most frightening of all, pitch black.
I wandered around upstairs, opening each door I came to. Unfortunately, I wasn’t familiar with the house yet. The first two doors were locked, and when I reached the third one, it opened.
The room was completely dark, and when I hesitantly stepped inside, I noticed a bed in the distance. I squinted—hard—but couldn’t make out who was sleeping. When I stepped further into the room, Logan’s cologne drifted into my nose so I inched closer. “Logan!” I whisper-yelled.
Nothing.
I crept up, nearing the edge of the bed and his perfectly sculpted—and naked—back came into view. “How is he shirtless right now,” I shivered, thinking out loud. “Logan!” I whisper-yelled once again, and this time, he moved.
He lifted himself and I walked over to the other side of the bed.
“Can I sleep with you? Please?” I asked, hugging myself even tighter. “My room’s so cold.”
He didn’t answer. He simply pulled the sheets back and I leaped at the chance. I slipped into his warm bed, pressing my cheek against his bare sturdy chest. Wow, he’s a human furnace.
He wrapped a firm arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I snuggled up in his arms with a sigh of relief then slipped my leg between his. Much better.