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“Ugh.” I flip my hair over my shoulder.
“And if you are embarrassed, so be it. Every single Bachman will know exactly what has happened to you anyway, once they hear about your disobedient little escapade.”
The thought brings equal parts intense humiliation burning in my face and shame-filled randiness fluttering between the tops of my thighs. Confusing to say the least. Ridiculous. What is wrong with me? I was never like this before him.
I’m over this. I head for the exit. He grabs my arm, stopping me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I don’t feel like being punished for trying to leave. I have to get back to my real life. I have to move on. That was my second reason. The one I didn’t want to say to you.” I stare at him hard. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but you can’t keep me here forever.”
“I know that.” He runs an aggravated hand through his hair. “But I will keep you until I know you are safe to leave. I thought I made that clear, but apparently not. So, I have other ways to get my point across.”
His words make tension run though my body, tightening all my muscles.
Tugging my arm, he pulls me into the large bathroom of the owner’s suite. I move away from him, my ass bumping into the edge of the counter. I have no idea what he’s planning on doing to me. Nervous butterflies tickle my stomach.
He moves in, towering over me. “Got you where I want you.” He grabs my hips, turning me to face the mirror. My flushed cheeks and glassy eyes stare back at me.
I watch his full lips in the reflection as he speaks. “God, you’re gorgeous. Too bad I have to punish you before I take you. It’s going to be a test of my patience.”
He slips a hand up the back of my T-shirt, smoothing it over my lower back as he pushes me down. My palms flatten against the ice-cold, clean marble countertop.
His voice goes low, filled with raw emotion. “Don’t do that to me again. Don’t ever leave these walls without me.”
“I won’t.” The worry in his voice hits my heart. I feel terrible that I made him look for me. And I love that he cares. “I promise.”
“Good.”
I can’t look away from the mirror as he lifts his hand in the air. His determined gaze flashes as he turns his attention to my ass. His jaw clenches, and he brings his hand down right across the center of my ass.
The sound reverberates through the large, echoey bathroom.
“Ow!” I try to curl my fingers around something, to squeeze my way through the pain but there’s nothing but slick marble. I watch him raise his hand again, bringing it back down over my spandex-covered ass.
Really wish I would have gone with the jeans this morning and not the thin fabric of leggings. He continues to spank my ass until I’m switching from the ball of one foot to the other.
Tears pop up in the corners of my eyes as the pain spreads across my ass. “Ok, ok, already. I get it. I shouldn’t have tried to run away.”
“Great.”
He stops spanking me. I hang my head in relief, a rush of breath leaving my lungs. “Good.”
“That was just the warm-up punishment,” he says. “Stay in that position.”
“Huh?” My eyes snap up to see what he’s talking about. “What?”
He doesn’t answer me, just gives me a saucy wink. I watch him in the mirror as he leaves the room. I stand alone in the bathroom, wondering where he’s gone.
And what torture device could he possibly be returning with….
These damn Bachman men and their toys.
Sure enough, the sound of opening and closing cabinet doors comes from the next room. When I see what he returns with, my ass cheeks involuntarily clench together tight, locking him and his kinky-ass toy out of my puckered hole.
“No way. Unh-uh.” I’ve done enough dirty google searches to know what’s in his hand.
He holds up the glass plug. There’s a sparkly gold swirl in the center of its clear glass. If it wasn’t a device meant to torture my ass, I might even think the thing was pretty.
“Not happening. You can spank me, but that thing is not going in me.” My hands go to my ass, not only to protect it, but to rub out some of the sting from the spanking.
