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She’d said she wanted intense, huh? Now that I knew what she’d gotten up to behind my back, she’d be getting more intense than she’d bargained for.
I peered outside. The snow was still falling in heavy flakes. Her little car was visible from the window—or, rather, the mass of snow that covered it nearly completely was visible. There was no chance of her getting out of here tomorrow.
I leaned back in the recliner and steepled my fingers in front of me as I considered Emma’s punishment. She liked pain, it turned out. She’d proven that. So a spanking wouldn’t be enough.
11
Drew
Iawoketofootsteps.Someone was tiptoeing around, trying to be quiet. I cracked an eye open to see Emma, wrapped in a sheet that she must have appropriated from my bed. I cleared my throat.
Emma jumped a mile. “Drew! Uh, good morning. Sir,” she added, hastily. “I didn’t think you were awake.”
I looked purposefully down at my phone, checking the time. “It’s 10am. Everyone should be up by now.” I raised my eyebrow and motioned to her. “Sit. Time to talk.”
Emma flopped onto the couch opposite me, a little more relaxed than I wanted her. “Bout what?”
I raised an eyebrow again. She should know better.
Emma sighed. “I mean, what would you like to talk about, Sir, my Lord and Master?”
Yeah, it was time to shut this down and remind her who was the Dom in this relationship. “First, let’s discuss your attitude. Then, we’ll discuss our scene last night. Then I think we need to have a little chat about your social activities outside the club and decision making.”
Emma’s smirk vanished. Hopefully, she realized I was serious.
She rambled a bit as she tried to backtrack. “Um, yes, Sir, that sounds good. Do you want coffee, Sir? I can make some.” She jumped up from the couch.
I shook my head, holding my hand up for her to stop. “Sit. Down.”
Emma sucked in a breath. She sat gingerly on the edge of the couch, her eyes on me as I rose from my seat to tower over her.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “In case you’ve forgotten already, you”—I pointed my finger at her—“are the submissive here. I am the Dominant. I understand that you’ve just woken up and haven’t had your caffeine yet. However, you will be respectful to me—and all Dominants—regardless of the time of day and whether you’ve had your coffee yet. If you can keep it together for a bit, we can have some coffee before we head downstairs to finish our little chat. Can you manage that?”
Emma nodded. “And food?” She added hopefully.
One bowl of cereal and two cups of coffee did wonders to wake Emma up. Her eyes were brighter when she looked at me across the table.
“Um…I’m ready to talk, now, Sir.”
I drained the last of my mug of black coffee and placed it in the sink. “Sure thing, little one. Let’s go downstairs. We can talk in the club. Leave the sheet up here.”
I walked down the stairs without looking back, but I could hear her soft footsteps padding behind me.
The club sat empty, unchanged from the night before. There were no windows in any of the play areas. It was always twilight in here.
I steered Emma to a table and motioned for her to sit. She slipped easily onto the seat without wincing. Her punishment from yesterday must have faded.
I sat opposite her. “I believe we’ve covered the expectations on your attitude. Do you need further clarification on that?”
Emma shook her head, looking down at her lap.
I steepled my fingers with my elbows on the table. I fixed my gaze on her. “Tell me your thoughts on last night. In detail, please.”
Emma’s fingers twisted in her lap, just barely visible beyond the edge of the table. “Um, the spanking you gave me with your, um, belt was hard. It’s…it’s what I’ve been looking for, Sir. I think I hit subspace.”
I nodded in approval. “I believe you did, little one. Go on.”
Emma chewed on her lower lip. “The wax play scene was new for me. It was kind of intense. Not too much, just good. The feeling of the wax—it’s like a quick burn, and then it fades so fast.”
