Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I swallowed so hard it hurt as I had a sudden flashback to Carlos, and a wild, mortifying thought rose into my mind. You’re a cocksucker, Andrea. Carlos enjoyed you that way, didn’t he? And you let him, because you…
Because I had liked it. To my horror, I felt myself clench between my thighs. I felt warmth spread down there, where Devin had so matter-of-factly decreed that I would learn to keep myself bare, from tomorrow on.
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself not to cry. But a few hot tears escaped despite my best efforts, trickling down my cheeks. How had I ended up here? Just this morning I had been an independent woman with dreams and ambitions. Now I stood in the corner like a naughty child, about to be spanked in front of a room full of strangers who would soon have intimate power over me.
The worst part was the confusing tangle of emotions churning inside me. Fear and shame warred with the unwelcome, impossible-to-ignore arousal. My face burned as I remembered the way Dylan had looked at me, a mixture of sympathy and hunger in his eyes. And Travis’s crude comment about using my mouth came back, echoing in my brain… I shuddered, horrified by the way my body responded to the thought.
I don’t want it, I told myself fiercely. I’m not… that kind of person. I don’t enjoy… this.
But even as I thought it, I felt the warmth spreading further between my thighs. My nipples had hardened to stiff peaks, clearly visible through the thin fabric of my dress when I looked down. I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of how naked I was.
My mind whirling with these wayward thoughts, I listened to the rest of the household have their dessert. The clink of forks against plates and the low murmur of conversation drifted from the dining room. I caught snatches of words—something about crop yields and market prices—but I couldn’t focus on the details. Every nerve in my body seemed attuned to my exposed state, to the gently moving air on my bare skin.
I heard Greta compliment Lila on the apple pie, her voice warm with motherly affection. The other men chimed in with their approval, and I felt a pang of envy. Would I ever earn that kind of praise? Or would I always be the naughty new girl, the one who couldn’t seem to do anything but make her willfulness even worse?
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I stood there, my arms aching from being held above my head for so long. I longed to lower them, to rub some feeling back into my tingling fingers, but I didn’t dare disobey Devin’s orders.
Finally, I heard the scrape of chairs being pushed back from the table. Lila’s and Lydia’s soft footsteps moved back and forth as they cleared the dishes. The gentle clink of china and the splash of water in the sink provided a mundane counterpoint to the surreal situation I found myself in.
“Well.” Devin’s deep voice cut through the domestic sounds. “I suppose we might as well get Andrea’s punishment over with.”
My heart began to race, pounding so hard I was sure everyone must be able to hear it. I listened with mounting dread as the household made their way into the living room. The rustle of fabric and furniture noises informed me they were settling in to watch my humiliation.
Unable to bear the suspense any longer, I turned to look over my shoulder. But before I could catch more than a glimpse of the assembled group, Devin’s gruff voice stopped me cold.
“Face the wall until I’m ready to punish you, Andrea,” he ordered sternly. “You already have extra coming. Don’t make it worse.”
I whipped my head back around, pressing my forehead against the cool plaster of the wall. Tears pricked at my eyes as I realized how foolish I’d been to think I could get away with even that small act of defiance.
I felt faint with the conflicting thoughts and feelings running through my mind and body. I realized I had caught Dylan’s eye before I turned back to the wall, and the lingering image—the mixture of sympathy and hunger I had seen in his face—made my heart race even faster.
I heard Bill call Lila over to him, and Hank call Lydia over to him. Then I heard fabric rustling, and what I thought might be the sound of a zipper. My breath caught in my throat, my cheeks burning as I wondered desperately what I would see when I turned around.
The seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly. I strained my ears, trying to make sense of the soft sounds behind me. There were muffled whispers, the creak of furniture, more fabric sounds. My imagination ran wild, conjuring all sorts of mortifying scenarios.