Nickie was simultaneously ticked off and horny-as-fuck, and she sat on her right hand to keep from pressing her throbbing clit with it.

  “I didn’t agree to that.”

  “You agreed to be mine sexually, twenty-four-seven, and you agreed to remain at my house until four o’clock the day after tomorrow, with the understanding you’ll only need an hour or two a day to handle stuff online unless your assistant calls you with something unexpected, and you’ll be mine the rest of the time. Is there a reason you need to be clothed to get online? Are you recording video while you’re here?”

  She shook her head.

  “Then we’re good.”

  Not exactly, but she decided to change the conversation, and Bud finally climbed into the hot tub with her, but he stayed on the other side.

  They talked casually for at least an hour, but Bud seemed in no hurry to get started on the sexy fun. Nickie had teased his inner thigh with her toes until he’d pulled her in his lap, but he’d held her and kept talking.

  “I thought we were gonna fool around.”

  “We will.” He kissed the side of her neck from behind. “But on my timetable, not yours. I’m enjoying this — spending time and getting to know you. Just because I have the right to sex with you every minute doesn’t mean I’ll take it. I want to know what’s in your head, too.”

  “Well, my food’s fully digested, so we’re good there.”

  When he didn’t say anything, Nickie said, “Oh, maybe you can’t get a hard-on in the hot water? Maybe we should get out.”

  “My dick’s fine, but I bet your nipples will firm up nice in a cold shower.”

  “Probably, but your teeth would work just as well.”

  His grin told her he was enjoying this. She reached for his cock, but he grabbed her wrist before she got to it. “You don’t have permission to do that just yet, Brat.”

  Her left hand was on her thigh, and she slowly moved it to her pussy, separated her lips, and sank a finger inside. Water nearly always kept her from being slick, but the resistance just made her single finger have more of an impact. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and moaned as she spread herself with two fingers.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Taking care of myself.” She pressed a third finger in and closed her eyes in bliss.

  Bud’s strength had taken her by surprise several times, but now she could only hold onto him in alarm and disbelief as he stood with her in his arms and stepped out of the hot tub as if he carried a towel.

  “Where are you taking me!?”

  “Cold shower. You need to cool off.”

  “No! You need to warm up!”

  “Mmmm.”

  Nickie fought him for all she was worth, but he stood calmly under the same icy-cold spray she screamed through. He held her in his arms, strong and warm despite the cold, until she climbed him and wrapped herself around him. “I’m sorry! God, please make it stop!”

  “Bud will do,” he chuckled, but he turned the water off. “What have we learned?”

  “Playing with myself is apparently pushing too far.”

  “Only if you don’t have permission.” He leaned in, nipped her lower lip with his teeth. “As it happens though, now that you’re all cold, I’m thinking it’s a good time for a hand spanking — they hurt so much more on cold, wet, skin.”

  Nickie’s insides went molten and her legs turned weak — not just from the promise of a spanking, but the look in his eyes and the deep, sexy timbre of his voice. He wanted to hurt her. Not just wanted… needed.

  She figured they’d dry off and go in the other room, but he sat on the side of the fancy tub next to the shower, pulled her down and over his knees, and gave her ten fast pops on her left ass cheek that had her screaming from the first powerful slap. A short pause to let her catch her breath, and he popped the same cheek ten more times in quick succession.

  “Please don’t make me uneven! Fuck! I’m sorry I played with myself in the tub! Please even it out!”

  “Mmmmm. We started on your timetable, so you don’t get it even. Bratting is fine as long as we’re both having fun, but don’t think you can force my hand without consequences.”

  Another ten strikes to her left ass cheek and she was ready to offer just about anything to keep him from whaling on one cheek all night.

  Five more sets of ten to the same cheek, and she heard herself shouting, “What can I do to get you to even me up? Please, Bud!”

  “Nothing, Brat. You’re getting your spanking, but you’ll get it my way. Thank me for it.”

  No way in hell was she going to thank him for an uneven damned spanking.

  He didn’t stop at ten the next time, and he went too fast for her to count. His hand landed harder and harder until she could barely breathe between screams, and when she could take no more she managed to belt out a garbled “Thank you!” He stopped immediately, though she wasn’t sure how he’d understood her because she wasn’t sure she would’ve.

  He held her to him and rubbed her back until her sobs stopped, but didn’t say a word. Finally, he said, “You’ll find a hairdryer hanging to the right just inside the bathroom closet. I assume you’ll need a brush and toothbrush from your overnight bag. What else?”

  “Just bring the whole thing and I’ll pull out what I need.”

  “So, just the brush and toothbrush then.” He stood with her, planted her on her feet, and let go slowly. “You good?”

  “No, some asshole just gave me a lopsided spanking!”

  “Mmmm.” Bud turned and walked away, and she quickly added, “There’s a little toiletry bag inside, with makeup and stuff. Also, some hair clips and ponytail holders are in the inside pocket.”

  He returned with everything she’d asked for, and she thanked him.

  “You’re welcome, but what are you thanking me for?”

  “My things.”

  “Not the spankin’?”

  She could see the twinkle in his eye, so she shrugged. “You didn’t seem like the type of guy to half-assed do things, guess I was wrong about you.”

  He grinned, Nickie grinned, and then they both cracked up. “Okay, Brat. Get your hair dry. I’m going to step out on the balcony and make a phone call. Come to the bedroom when you’re ready.”

  Nickie dried her hair and pulled it into a messy bun on top of her head — ponytails can be a pain when you’re lying flat on your back. No eyeliner or mascara because that shit looks bad when it runs, but a touch of eyeshadow and contouring made her feel a little pulled together.

  Bud was wrapping duct tape around alligator clamps when she came into the bedroom, and her nipples shrank to hard pebbles while her clit demanded attention and her left ass cheek throbbed with the memory of his hand. Every cell in her body pulsed with need. The clamps would be even tighter with all that tape around each side, but they wouldn’t dig into her nipples and make them bleed.

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  She hadn’t realized she’d frozen in the doorway, and she took a cautious step into the room, her eyes locked on his hands — those deft, strong fingers holding tools to hurt her with.

  “Five modified alligator clamps. Nipples, clit, and pussy lips, most likely,” she guessed. “You’ve already told me what you use the electrical cord for, and since I detest loopy johnnies I’m sure I’ll hate it as well, which should make you happy.” Her heart sped and her stomach somersaulted as she immediately understood the best use for the straightened wire clothes hanger and the car antenna, but she didn’t mention them.

  “No bondage tonight unless you prove not to have any self-control.”

  She sighed, disappointed. “I’ve never been trained like that. I’m not telling you what to do, just making sure you understand I’ve never been expected to hold still on my own. I’m bound and beaten in BDSM clubs, easy-peasy, just stand or lie there and take it because moving away from the pain isn’t possible. I’ve submitted to a few men here and there, and I want to submit to you, but don’t expect me to be all trained and shit.”

  She’d also molded and reprogrammed plenty of little slave boys to be what she wanted, and she knew what was involved in the process. She’d never wanted to be trained before, but the idea of Bud taking her in hand and making her his in every way had her pulse fluttering and her insides clenching.

  “Well then, let’s get started training you.” He pointed to a white sheet of paper on the floor in between his seating area and bed. Nothing special, just a piece of copy paper. Nickie noted he’d moved a chair in the seating area closer to the sofa to give a bigger space, and she figured that meant he intended to use the antenna or coat hanger.

  “On the paper and stand on your toes. Hands to the back of your head. Place your feet carefully when you step on. If you step off, if your heels touch the ground, or if you rip the paper, there’ll be consequences. If you rip it, I have more paper and we can try again. Also, if your hands come down, there’ll be consequences. Maybe not right away, but they’ll happen.”

  “You can’t hit my hands. I write and type for a living. That’s a hard limit.”

  “Noted.” He lifted a doctored alligator clamp. “Where are you supposed to be?”

  “On the paper.”

  He crossed his arms and they locked gazes until she felt as if she were challenging a wolf for dominance. Nickie never looked away for anyone, but she couldn’t help but drop her gaze for Bud. The memory of the sofa in her office versus the sofa in her bedroom came back to her, and the left side of her ass throbbed while the right side felt nothing. With a sigh, Nickie kept her eyes to the ground and walked to the paper.

  “Good girl. As a reward, you can move your hands to the top of your head when your arms get tired. Start with them at the back, though. Lace your fingers and brace them.”

  Nickie spread her feet as wide as possible on the paper because she’d need as much help balancing as possible, and went to her toes. She lifted her left foot, resituated it, and when she felt secure she looked up and into Bud’s penetrating, dark emerald-green eyes once again.

  She often wrote of men who were so tuned into the woman they loved, they were aware of every emotion, every problem, every joy. Real men weren’t like that though, which was what made the fantasy so perfect. Bud blew that out of the water with his way-too-perceptive eyes.

  Nickie looked at his forehead to break the spell, and managed to tell him, “I’m good for a few minutes, but I’m not sure how long I can hold it.”

  He walked to her with two of the clamps. “Of course. Fair warning though, if I have to tie you to keep you still, it won’t be comfortable, and you’ll wish with every fiber of your being that you’d dug deeper for self-control.”

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

  Candace Blevins has published more than sixty books. She lives with her husband of twenty-five years and their youngest daughter. Their oldest daughter has flown the nest but frequently comes home for visits. The family’s beloved, goofy, retired racing greyhounds are usually at her side as she writes, quietly keeping her company. Or sometimes not so quietly.

  Candace writes urban fantasy, paranormal romance, contemporary BDSM romance, two kick-ass motorcycle club series, and she occasionally delves into dark matter.

  Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, and a variety of other mythological beings exist.

  Candace’s seven paranormal romance series are all sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after.

  Her two darker series are also sisters to the urban fantasy books. A Dark(ish) Faerie Tale provides a close-up and personal look at Queen Mab, and the Dark Underbelly series is, as you’d expect, dark and (if you’re a little twisted) oh-so-yummy.

  Her contemporary Safeword series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. Each couple in the Safeword series gives the reader a different take on the lifestyle.

  You can visit Candace on the web at candaceblevins.com and feel free to friend her on Facebook at facebook.com/candacesblevins, TikTok at tiktok.com/@candaceblevins, and Goodreads at goodreads.com/CandaceBlevins. You can also join facebook.com/groups/CandacesKinksters to get sneak peeks into what she’s writing now, images that inspire her, and the occasional juicy teaser.

  Stay up to date on Candace’s newest releases and get exclusive excerpts by joining her mailing list at subscribepage.io/CBlevinsUpdates.

 

 

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