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He stood and carried his empty plate to the sink and walked upstairs without another word. She kept her phone close in case he decided to send her anymore dirty texts.
Twice through the day, he found her on a break and kissed her. Once, he spent a few minutes with his fingers between her legs, driving her to the brink of an orgasm then stopping. Each time he turned to leave, he reminded her to meet him upstairs at seven.
While she was in the middle of a game of online poker, her phone buzzed with another text ordering her to masturbate. This time, he wanted her to use a vibrator from the playroom and go for ten minutes. There was still no orgasming allowed, though. Her entire body was buzzing by the time she finished her task.
This time, she’d taken a ten second video clip and sent it to him. She’d taken nudes and sent them to lovers before, but video was something even more intense. It was difficult not to come with the camera pointed at her soaked pussy.
At seven, she made her way to the playroom and found it empty. Down the hall, she heard voices and stood near the door to listen.
“I just want you to get me out of this mess, Jeremy. I’m not going to prison for something I didn’t do.”
Rylee sucked in a breath. Prison? Why would he go to prison? She didn’t have too much time to think about it though because Jeremy—whoever that was—made his way downstairs and she soon heard Memphis coming her way.
When he stepped into the room, she’d moved to the center. Her gaze met his as she slid the silk robe off her shoulders.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “At least you remember some rules. Let’s talk about the one you keep forgetting.”
She frowned. What was that supposed to mean?
He pulled a mini notebook from his shirt-pocket and handed it to her. She opened it and saw six tally marks.
“What does this mean?” she asked.
I told you I would keep track of every time you forgot how to address me, Ace. Now we’re going to address each infraction.
She swallowed. “Six times? Really, Sir? I’m sorry.”
He crossed the short distance between them and laid a hand against her cheek. “I’m glad you’re apologetic, but you’re still getting punished.”
His hand trailed from her cheek between her breasts and down her abdomen until it came to rest between her thighs.
“At least you’re still wet for me like a good little sub. Go lie on the massage table on your stomach please.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, unwilling to risk him adding another tally mark to her count.
When she was in place, he stood next to her and caressed her back.
“Your delightfully soaked cunt tells me you probably want an orgasm pretty bad, but you’re going to have to get through twelve minutes of punishment first. Ready to hear how it’s going to work?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured as she stared at the ground through the hole in the face rest she laid on.
He laid his hand on her ass and gave a gentle squeeze. “Have I mentioned how much I like your ass?” he asked.
“I don’t believe you have, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Here’s how this works. Before you get to orgasm, you have to endure six minutes of spanking and six minutes of a vibrator directly on your clit. If you come before we’re done, we start all over. Now, because I’m not a complete bastard, we’ll be alternating a minute of spanking and a minute with the vibrator until we get to the end. Your first three minutes of spanking will be with my hand, and for the last three, you’ll be introduced to my hairbrush.”
“What happens if I know I can’t hold an orgasm back?”
“Good question. Again, not a complete bastard, so if you know you’re not going to be able to hold out, you can ask me to stop the vibrator, and I’ll spend the rest of that minute turning your ass red.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
Music filled the room and his hand made gentle circles on her ass for a few seconds. She heard a beep followed by a sharp sting to her ass as he began the first minute of her spanking. It wasn’t overly hard, thank goodness, but sixty seconds turned out to be forever. When the timer beeped, he reset it and wordlessly pressed a vibrator between her thighs. It was a large wand style toy with a bulbous head. In seconds, she was writhing against the device, chasing an orgasm. It wasn’t until she was on the edge that she remembered she wasn’t supposed to come.
Ten more minutes of this torture to go.
