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Drew sighed. “Emma. We’ve been through this. I’m a sadist, honey. My play is hard, intense. I’m not right for you.”
This was where we always left our conversations. Not tonight. I stood from the couch, placing my hands on my hips. “Intense is what I need. Hard. Everyone has always underestimated me. I get it. But this is something I need.”
Drew shook his head. “No, Emma. The way I play would be too much for you. I can’t do that to you.”
I held his gaze, even as my voice dropped to a whisper. “Please, Sir. Please give me a chance.”
6
Drew
IstareddownatEmma as I considered my options. They projected the blizzard to last for the next two days. There was no way for Emma to get back home safely. She was stuck here with me. Perhaps it was time to prove my point, if only to make sure she didn’t get herself into an unpleasant situation with a Dom in the future.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’ll make you a bet.”
She stared at me, her eyes shining with hope.
I motioned to the couch. She sat, keeping her gaze fixed on my face. I joined her on the couch. To her credit, she didn’t shy away from me like most of the subs did. I knew I was big, intimidating. I leaned into it more than most of the other Doms.
“Here’s the deal, little one. First, we’ll need to have that littlechatabout your decision to come out in the snow and put yourself in danger. Once that is done, we’ll discuss the fact that this storm is predicted to last at least two days, and that you’re stuck here—at least tonight, and perhaps for several days—with me.”
Emma met my gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
Her natural submission was gorgeous. My cock hardened just from the way she breathed the words. I stood, adjusting myself discreetly as I studied her face. “Let’s start simple. Bend over the arm of the couch. Drop the pants.”
Emma complied quickly, pulling her pants and underwear to her knees. She moved to the side of the couch and leaned over the arm. She peeked over her shoulder as I stood behind her.
I lifted an eyebrow. “Eyes down, little one. Tell me your safe words.”
She moved her head back to its proper position. “Um, red for stop. Yellow for slow down.”
I ran my hand over her round backside. “Very good. I assume you won’t need them for a punishment spanking, but use them if you need them.”
I lifted my hand and brought it back down on her upturned ass. Her globes bounced nicely with each blow. She held her breath at first, then let out a low moan as I spanked harder. The color in her bottom cheeks grew deeper, from pale pink to a light red.
I paused, running a hand over her ass. The heat was building. Good. She’d be feeling this one for a while. I laid a few smacks across her upper thighs, forcing a gasp from her lips.
Most submissives would tear up by now if they weren’t outright crying. Emma was doing neither, which surprised me. I reached for my belt, undoing the buckle and pulling the leather through my belt loops. I doubled it and held the buckle in my hand.
Emma arched her back, lifting her bottom higher. I brought the leather down with a resoundingcrackacross both cheeks. I landed a second strike, just below the first, then two more parallel lines. I paused and ran my hands over her skin. Welts were forming, the skin now a deep red.
A throaty moan came from her throat. I gave her two more lashes, then a third, before I stepped back. She stayed in position while I threaded my belt through the loops on my pants and buckled it.
“How are you doing, little one?”
Emma smiled dreamily at me over her shoulder. “So good, Sir.”
I raised my eyebrows. This wasn’t the usual response to a punishment. I traced the welts with my fingers before I placed a hand on her lower back. She was floating in subspace. Perhaps she did enjoy a touch of pain, but this was lightweight play compared to what I liked to dole out. I trailed a finger down between her cheeks, reaching a finger between her legs.
“You’re soaked, little one. Perhaps there is a bit of masochist in you.” I took her hand, standing her up and leading her back to the front of the couch. “Sit.”
Emma drifted down onto the couch, a faraway look still on her face.
I frowned. “Stay.”
Emma stayed on the couch, looking dazed when I returned with a bottle of water.
“Drink.”
