Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“I don’t think I can,” she told him, stirring the soup. “But you eat.”
“I’m not eating unless you are,” he replied firmly. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
“No, Sir,” she said quietly. “Just feel funny in my tummy.”
She risked a look at him and he was staring at her intently. “Do you need Sir to help?”
Oh good. He understood.
Tamsyn nodded.
He set aside his soup and she felt bad that he wasn’t getting any lunch because of her. But then he produced a blindfold from his pocket.
She had to smile. “Do you carry those around all the time now?”
“Well, you never know when I’m going to need one. Do you need this, Pet?”
“Yes, Sir. Please,” she begged.
“Good girl for telling me what you need,” he told her as he placed the blindfold over her eyes.
This was the only way for her to let go of the stress forming a tight ball in her stomach.
Slowly, her shoulders eased and she felt like she could breathe.
“Open your mouth, Pet,” he said firmly.
She couldn’t ignore the command in that tone and she parted her lips. He placed a spoonful of soup in her mouth.
“Swallow. That’s it. Here’s some roll. Open again.”
He fed her for several minutes until she grew guilty that his lunch was going cold.
“Open,” he commanded.
She shook her head, pressing her lips closed.
“Excuse me?” he asked in a dark voice. “Are you allowed to refuse Sir?”
Uh-oh.
She should do as she was told. But she shook her head again.
“Do you want to be punished, Pet?” he asked in a silky voice.
Tamsyn had to take a moment to think about that. Did she want to be punished? Was that why she was playing up? To get him to punish her?
You deserve it.
And maybe it would make her feel better . . . maybe.
He cupped her cheek with his warm hand. “Not sure why you want to be punished, but if you need a spanking you only have to ask. Do you need to be spanked, Pet?”
She nodded. “Please, Sir.”
He shifted and she let out a small noise of protest, thinking he was leaving. But he soon returned.
“Shh,” he soothed. “I was just putting the food down. I’m not going anywhere. This is going to be short and hard, though. I don’t want you getting cold.”
Then the blanket was shifted away from her and he guided her over his lap.
More of that tension dissipated as she gave herself over to him.
She didn’t have to worry about all the crap in her life. She didn’t have to stress and balance everyone else’s interests.
She was Pet.
And Sir would look after her.
Her pants were pulled down, followed by her panties. And then his hand landed on her ass.
“My Pet doesn’t act out to get a spanking. She doesn’t refuse food,” he lectured as he spanked.
He hadn’t been lying; he was spanking her hard and fast.
And it was glorious.
“She tells Sir what she needs. Because it’s his job to give her whatever she requires.”
God.
Tamsyn wished that was true. That he could give her whatever she needed. It would certainly make her life easier.
The spanking suddenly ended and he rubbed the heat into her ass cheeks.
A small moan escaped her.
“Hmm, I’m guessing my Pet is turned on. Too bad she doesn’t get to come after being spanked.”
“But I asked to be spanked.”
“Ahh, no, you didn’t. You disobeyed me so you’d get spanked. There’s a difference.”
Well, that sucked.
She pouted as he drew up her panties and pants and then settled her onto his lap so she faced his chest.
Then he wrapped his arms around her and she forgot about being upset.
Because she was safe in Sir’s arms.
Just where she wanted to be.
33
“You know, if I was stranded on an island with a bunch of available men—”
“This better not be going where I think it is,” Alexei growled at her from where he sat on the sofa with her.
She rolled her eyes at him as Roman let out a small chuckle from the armchair next to the sofa. It was Thursday night and she’d been staying here close to a week.
She never wanted to leave.
Poor Evette had been sick all week and Salem had told her not to come back until Monday at the earliest.
Tamsyn was lying on the sofa in the living room. Her head was on Alexei’s thigh and they were watching a TV show about one woman who was stranded on an island with a bunch of eligible bachelors. She had to choose just one.
Why choose one?
Seemed dumb.
“They should make a show where she doesn’t have to choose just one,” she said.
“Not sure the world is ready for that just yet,” Salem said. He was sitting down at the other end of the sofa with her feet on his lap.
They’d just had dinner, during which Roman had fussed over what she was eating while Alexei pulled her onto his lap, claiming she shouldn’t sit on her own, and Salem had tried to feed her even though she was capable of feeding herself.