Brokered Submission by Claire Thompson Read Free Book Online Page B

knees, Zoë. Back straight, hands on your thighs.”
    It took Zoë a moment to return from the blissful place she’d been a moment before. She looked up to see Dylan standing over her, his hands on his hips. “What?” she blurted in confusion. “What’s happening?”
    Dylan was looking down at her, a half smile on his face. “I’m sorry, Zoë. I warned you the weekend would be intense. Normally I’d have given you more time to come down, but we only have so many hours, and I have a lot of things planned for you.” He stood, and in spite of herself, Zoë’s eyes were drawn to the very obvious erection tenting his shorts.
    Her cunt spasmed in response, but when she looked again at his face, Dylan was frowning. “I gave you a direct command. Obey it at once.”
    Chagrined, Zoë struggled to replay in her mind what he’d said a moment before. Blowing out a breath, she scrambled to her knees. Dylan reached for a bottle of water he must have brought with him when he’d entered the room that morning.
    He handed her the bottle. “You may drink as much of that as you wish,” he said. “But pay attention because I’m only going to give you the next set of instructions once, and I expect you to adhere to them to the letter.”
    Whatever was left of the sensual lethargy she’d experienced while lying on his lap evaporated completely. He continued, “I’m going to go make some breakfast for us. While I’m gone, you will shower and groom. You may remove the collar while showering, but then put it back on. In addition to underarms and legs, you will shave your pussy and asshole completely smooth. There is a pair of barber’s scissors in the drawer so you can trim before you shave, if you wish.
    “Once you’re done with grooming, you may dry yourself. You will not wear any makeup. You will pull your hair back in a ponytail. If you don’t have an elastic in your bag, you’ll find an unopened packet of them in the drawer as well.
    “When I return, I expect to find you standing at attention beneath the suspension beam. I will inspect you carefully, so make sure you do a thorough job.” He paused a beat. “Any questions?”
    You bet your ass I have questions. Who the hell do you think you are, telling me to shave my pussy and asshole? First of all, my asshole isn’t hairy, thank you, and second, I’m here for a weekend. We’re talking a matter of hours. How dare you order me to alter my appearance to such a degree? What’s on the schedule after breakfast? You going to tell me to shave my head?
    He was staring down at her, his eyes boring into hers, his mouth set in a firm line, power emanating from him like a force-field. She experienced a sudden crazy impulse to lean forward and kiss the top of his bare foot. What the hell was happening to her?
    “No, Sir,” she found herself replying.
    Once he had gone, it was as if she’d been released from a spell. Unscrewing the cap of the plastic bottle, she drank deeply, nearly finishing the water in one gulp. It was refreshing, but what she really needed was coffee. A habitually early riser, she would have had two cups by now, and her body was pissed off that it hadn’t yet had its quota of caffeine.
    She hauled herself to her feet, reaching back to massage her still-tender bottom as she made her way to the tiny, doorless bathroom. She turned on the water in the shower and faced the sink, regarding herself in the mirror. Her cheeks and throat were flushed, the skin on her chest mottled as if she’d had an orgasm.
    The experience had been more sensual than sexual, in spite of the pain, or perhaps partially because of it. She twisted back to regard her ass in the mirror. The skin was dark red and hot to the touch, a faint hint of bruising on her left cheek. A part of her was deeply shocked by this visual, but another part was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
    Turning back to face the mirror, she touched the red dog collar at her throat. No question—it had been