Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“If you run,” he said as her eyes darted back to the door, “I’ll catch you. And when I do, I’ll be hotter, which means I’ll likely whip you harder. If you submit now, it won’t hurt as much.” He stroked his hand over the reed-thin whip and took her hand, opening her fingers to feel the weight. “You’ll learn to relax, not because I mean to dismiss your fears, but because I know it’s easier when your body stays nimble.” He swatted the whip across her palm and she gasped, closing her fingers in a protective fist.
He casually stroked the leather-wrapped whip, never breaking eye contact. “You’ll learn to trust us, Goldilocks. You’ll come to discover that when you’re obedient and well-behaved, life will operate more in your favor. You’ll also learn—because I sense your opposition—that we enjoy a challenge. Whether you give us one or not, the outcome will be the same. Your submission is a requirement. The level of pain is up to you.” He paused, using the folded leather tip of the crop to lift her chin. “Trust my advice is meant to make things easier, not harder.” He turned away. “Keep your eyes on me.”
She looked at him with a mixture of desperation and hate.
He pointed the crop toward the wall where a bolster stood in front of a padded bench. “Kneel for me.” When she didn’t move, he swung the crop against the leather bolster, jolting her into motion, but she couldn’t bring herself to kneel. What sane woman would surrender to a beating with a horse whip?
“On your knees, Goldilocks.”
She was frozen, paralyzed with shock that he actually wanted her to voluntarily submit to a beating. “I can’t—Ah!” The whip struck into her thighs fast and sharp. She dropped to the bench.
“Head down.” He pressed her shoulders forward and pulled her arms back. “Hold your ass open so I can see when you tense.”
She was trembling so rapidly she could hardly make sense of his directions, but he didn’t wait for her to obey. He merely positioned her the way he wanted and told her to stay.
The folded tip of the crop traced slowly down her spine, tripping over each protruding vertebrae. “Say the word and I stop. We can have you back to your family by midnight.”
He moved behind her, folding his body over hers and pressing into her with his impressive weight. The bulge of his denim clad erection pressed over her ass as he ground into her hands. Warm breath teased her ear. “The word…is stop.” He ground himself harder. “Do you want me to stop and send you home to Daddy, Goldilocks? Is this too hard?”
She shook her head, unsure if she was allowed to say no.
He pressed her harder into the bolster with the weight of his rocking hips. “I asked you a question, little thief.”
“I don’t want to go home.”
“Good.” He released her and backed off. “Then let’s begin.”
The whip came down on her thighs, leather singing through the air before the sharp kiss of impact bloomed into burning heat. She yiped under the swift force and reflexively jolted, her natural instinct to escape pain more powerful than her force of will in that moment.
“Stay,” he commanded, as if speaking to a dog. His hand pressed her shoulders back down, his fingers brushing her hair toward the floor. “Hold that ass open like I showed you.”
He gave her cheeks a warning tap and she quickly obeyed—rewarded with another swat. “Ah!”
“Try not to tense.” He kept to striking the fleshy parts of her thighs and soon the sting transcended into a warm burn. There was the bite of leather, then the strange sense of release that followed.
““Good girl. Let go of your ass now, and turn your hands palm up. Keep them at the base of your spine and don’t move.”
Her legs were shaking, and she needed the bolster to hold her upright. She did as he instructed and gasped when he struck her ass. Twice. Three times. Four. He kept going until she lost count. Then he adjusted her arms outward, as if she were stretched on a cross. He turned her wrists to expose her soft palms and then whipped them as well.
Her entire body vibrated with an electric tingle, similar to the buzzing numbness she suffered after the shock therapy. She didn’t move when he finally stopped whipping her. Nor did she look to see where he went, but she sensed him walk away and heard him opening more cabinets and drawers.
Furniture squealed as he dragged a heavy table in front of her. She looked up through bleary eyes and watched as he placed several objects on the table. One was a glass bottle, but she couldn’t read the label. Then he set down a small silver object. One end was tapered like a spade, the other had a knob with a diamond.