AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Amelia, that wasn’t a pool cue.”
“It wasn’t? It looked just like one. Tell me what I need to do to replace that, umm, thing. Please tell me it’s not some crazy-expensive decoration or something.”
“Take the baby monitor and come with me, Amelia.”
She picked up the monitor and followed me to the stairs.
“Where are we going?”
“Back to the place you intruded this morning. The master bedroom.”
I looked over my shoulder just in time to see her cheeks turn red. Yeah, I had a feeling the room would make her blush.
The moment I opened the door I saw the package on the corner of my mattress.
“I ordered it last night. I’m surprised they delivered it so soon. Have you looked inside, Amelia?”
“No, of course not.”
“I see.” Then I looked next to the wall where and seen the piece of wood snapped in half. “It’s a shame you broke this. It was one of my favorites.”
“What was it?”
“A cane,” I simply said.
“A…cane?” She looked at me, her gaze moving up and down, trying to make sense of that word. “But you walk fine. Is it for fashion reasons?”
I couldn’t help my chuckle.
“No, Amelia, not for fashion reasons.” I cupped her chin and made her look straight into my eyes. “It’s a cane destined to be slapped on the ass cheeks of women who are breaking the rules and need to be punished.”
“Oh,” she said and her mouth remained opened.
“Are you following me?”
“I think.” She swallowed hard. “That’s what you meant before? About punishment? You threatened to beat me with that cane?”
“No, Amelia. I threatened to bring you pleasure using pain.” I lowered my face to whisper into her ear. “If you’d be my submissive, I could teach you.”
“Submissive?” Her voice was breathy.
“Do you know what that is?”
She swallowed again.
“BDSM. Are you, I mean, do you, is…?”
“Yes.” It was that simple. “Yes, I am. You caught my eye when I saw you. I shouldn’t have touched you, but I can’t seem to stop myself. Don’t worry yourself too much, I’m not going to force you into anything.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Open the package.”
“The one that came for you? But it’s private.”
“I got it for you, Miss Hart. As I said, it was ordered late last night. Open it.”
She turned to the box with trembling hands and ripped through the paper, revealing a crimson velvet box that looked a lot like a jewelry case. She looked at me before opening it.
“Is this for me?”
I smiled at her. “It has your name on it, doesn’t it?
