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I spent several minutes trying to figure out whether or not I wanted to go into the room or test him. I glanced at the clock. In a few more minutes, an hour would have passed. I could walk into the room right on time, or I could walk in just a little late. I wondered what he would do if I was late.
I would have gotten ready and come down for breakfast like a good girl but being late was just a little naughty. Would something like that warrant a spanking?
My clit pulsed and I swallowed hard. A few more minutes ticked by as I looked into the room and attempted to decide on my next move. I didn’t know why I was feeling so feisty after being spanked so hard just last night.
Maybe I just wanted to feel his hands on me again. Maybe I wanted him to fuck me for real just like he did in my fantasies. I leaned forward, trying to see the table and to see if he was sitting there. I could see the edge of his chair, but he wasn’t there. Had he gone up to my bedroom already?
I was so distracted that when a big strong hand squeezed my shoulder, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I cried out in surprise, but the powerful grip kept me from turning around.
“What are you doing, Cami?” he asked, and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. It was Mason.
He let go of my shoulder and gently turned me around to face him. My cheeks heated and I didn’t even need to look in a mirror to know that they were bright red. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t quite think of anything to say at first. I closed it again and looked away. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, which only made me feel smaller and even more shy.
“I was just… I was just fixing my dress before I… umm… came in for breakfast,” I stammered. “It is lovely. Thank you,” I added quickly, not wanting to seem ungrateful or anything.
“You look beautiful, Cami, but I know you weren’t out here adjusting your dress. Do you know how I know?” he asked carefully. His tone was strong and confident, and it made my stomach cramp with knots.
“I’m not sure,” I answered nervously.
“You wanted to see if I would follow through with my promise, didn’t you, little girl?” he asked, and I gulped down my anxiety as it spiked precipitously.
“No, I was just running late,” I sneered. I couldn’t look at him, so I decided to stare at the floor instead. I studied the intricate design of the Spanish tiles, looking at the way the blues, reds, yellows, and whites all came together to create a vision of beauty. He cleared his throat.
I turned away from him rebelliously, not even needing to look at him to know that he didn’t believe me.
“You’ve been standing here for ten minutes, little girl. I heard you when you first walked up to the door,” he said, and I suddenly wished a black hole would open up right beneath my feet and swallow me whole. Unfortunately for me, no such thing happened, so the only thing I was capable of was fidgeting and stepping from one foot to the other in hopes that I could figure some way out of such a mortifying situation.
“Maybe I just don’t like being told what to do,” I scoffed, digging my toe into the tiled floor. I hazarded a glance in his direction and very quickly regretted that choice. His eyes were dark and stormy and impossibly stern. I gulped nervously and returned to studying the tiles at my feet.
“If that were the reason, you wouldn’t be standing here at all. Now, what did I tell you would happen if you were late?”
I gasped. I very much knew what he would do. But now that the possibility of it actually happening was so close, I lost my nerve. I turned to run, and he caught my wrist in his hand. He pulled me back and made me face him. I took a step away only to find the wall at my back and his massive frame towering around me. He’d turned the tables and taken control so quickly that it left me reeling.
Gently, he lifted my chin with a single finger, making me face him. I tried to look any other way other than him, but he was so big and he took up so much space that soon I was left with no other choice. I met his eyes and at once, I saw the warm, stern man I’d come to know and the even darker one I was endlessly curious about.
“What did I tell you would happen, little girl?” he pressed again. I pushed my backside against the wall as if it could protect me. I chewed my lip, trying to look at the floor again. He didn’t let me.
“Answer me, Cami,” he warned. I swallowed hard and whined softly before I was able to muster the courage to mutter anything at all.
“You said I would have to eat breakfast with… umm… you know…” I managed, but his expression was contemplative.
“I told you that you would eat breakfast with a bright red bottom, didn’t I?” he answered, his voice as calm as ever. With every word, my body pulsed, electric zings of desire catapulting through me over and over again. I stared into those gray-blue eyes, trying to figure out what he would do and what I wanted. Did I want another spanking? Would he make me cry over arriving late? Would he touch me with those strong hands in another place?
“Yes…” I struggled to whisper. The single word shook with my nerves and arousal. My face was flaming hot, and my legs were quivering just the slightest bit. My clit had a life of its own, pounding away with fervent need. If I reached into my panties and touched myself right now, right here, I knew that it would only take me seconds to achieve an orgasm.
“You needed to know if I meant what I said, didn’t you?” he murmured. He traced his thumb along my cheek, and I couldn’t help but lean into his touch. My heart was beating so wildly in my chest that I thought it might escape me.
“Yeah, I guess so, maybe… We should go eat breakfast,” I stammered. I wanted to flee. I wanted to curl up in his arms. I didn’t know what I wanted, but my body was spiraling out of control with frantic desire, the possibility of whatever was about to happen looming over me in the shape of an enormous rich man who had a hand of steel.
“I always mean what I say, little girl,” he said firmly, but there was a certain tenderness there too. I worried my bottom lip with my teeth, searching his eyes and trying to figure out what he would do.
“Are you going to spank me after all?” I asked nervously.
“Yes, little girl. Come with me now. We’ll get your spanking out of the way and then we can enjoy a nice breakfast together,” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world. He took a step back and took my much smaller hand into his before he led me into the room that we were supposed to eat in.
In the middle of the atrium was a cream-colored loveseat. The canvas fabric was studded with bronze buttons, and I found myself studying the varying shades of each thread as he sat down in the center of it and guided me in front of him. He took both of my hands in his and I looked down, noticing how his swallowed mine practically whole.
With him sitting and me standing, I fidgeted anxiously, knowing what I had coming.
