Page 8 of Tame Me

“Yes,” I choke out.

“Yes, Sir,” he corrects, smacking my ass again.

“Yes, Sir!” I say louder.

“Good girl,” Thane praises, rubbing my burning ass.

Hell, a girl like me could get used to this, but can Thane really be the one to tame me?

Ayla is unpacking her belongings, so I have a moment to speak with Reid about her. I knock on his office door before throwing it open. “Hey, man,” Reid says with a chipper smile.

“Asshole, you know brats are my weakness,” I grumble.

“She’s a sweet girl,” Reid laughs. “You’re going to have your hands full with her, though.”

“I’m not even supposed to be placed with anyone, Reid. I’m the owner. I should be… I don’t know… Running shit?”

“Or maybe… Just maybe… You can relax and help this girl,” Reid says. “Plus… I think you two will do amazingly together.”

“Don’t even tell me why,” I say. “I’ve never wanted to get a woman off so badly before. When I spanked her, she kept wiggling and rubbing against my cock.”

“Tough luck,” Reid laughs. “How slow will you take things?”

“At this rate, not slow at all,” I say. “Slowly easing into things might cause her to get impatient or bored. If that happens, she will lose focus and get herself in trouble.”

“Yes, but she needs to learn how to handle that,” Reid counters.

“Not on day one. I need to meet her where she is, and right now, that is moving exceptionally fast. I have to gently slow her down, or she will crash.”

“She is honestly on the line of not being stable,” Reid says. “But she is not a danger to herself. She just had her childhood stolen from her, so now she struggles with self-awareness.”

“It happens,” I say. “I think I will test her ability to follow commands first. She will be fairly well-behaved for a while, but I want to get her past that and make her comfortable. Once she is comfortable with me, she will show more of those defiant behaviors.”

“Push her to the point that she calls her safeword,” Reid suggests. “Find her limit, and then praise the shit out of her for speaking up.”

“And if she doesn’t?” I ask.

“She will. Trust me… She has never had a problem speaking up for herself,” Reid says.

After chatting for a few more minutes, I go down to my office and send a few emails before going to my room and standing in the doorway to watch Ayla unpack.

She doesn’t notice me as she is lost in thought. She is so effortlessly gorgeous, and it makes my cock ache to be inside her. Based on everything I saw, she is hypersexual. There is nothing wrong with feeding that, but I have to ensure that I am feeding it for her benefit, too, not just mine.

When she finally notices me, she frowns. “Undress,” I say simply. “Lay your clothing on the bed and go to your knees.”

“What? Why?” she asks. I don’t answer, so she stays staring at me for a few seconds before she huffs and pulls her shirt off. Next goes her pants before her bra, then her panties. She brings herself down to her knees, and her body is trembling as I approach her.

“Good girl,” I praise, lifting her chin. “You look so pretty on your knees for me, Ayla.”

“Thank you,” she says softly. Her eyes flick down to my cock, and she licks her lips when I put my hand on my belt. I pull back, and sadness flashes in her eyes for just a fraction of a second.

“Go on, pretty girl,” I encourage. “Show me what you need.”

Ayla hesitates, but then unbuckles my belt. Her soft hands slowly work my pants and boxers down before her eyes go wide at the size of my cock.

“Oh, God,” she whispers.

I open my mouth to say something, but it slips away when she grabs the base of my cock and takes me to the back of her throat to suck hard. “Fuck!” I hiss. This girl doesn’t have a gag reflex, and it’s intoxicating. She bobs her head on and off my cock as she sucks and strokes what her mouth can’t take.