Let Me In by Carolyn Faulkner Read Free Book Online

twenty-four/seven as she'd imagined, always with his hands on her and always watching her closely, taking every single possible opportunity to punish her – and not lightly any of those times – not that he ever really had given her 'baby' spankings. If he was going to go to the effort of correcting her, then he was going to make damned well and sure that she remembered it, each and every time.
    As his palm had descended on her, again branding her with vicious smack after smack applied to flesh that was still swollen and still burning from the last time he'd forced her over his lap less than an hour ago, he'd said, "I don't understand why you have any loyalty to those people at all, Randa. I've listened to you bitch about that job since I first met you, and now you don't have to go there any more. What's the problem with that? I would think you'd be happy not to have to work."
    But not his Randa. She was as fiercely independent a woman as he'd ever met. He had known from the moment he'd made his decree. He really was just talking out loud about what he wanted ultimately from her, but he had decided to just push for as many concessions as he could get from her. He had known that she would chafe at this restriction in particular because it was a direct strike against that independence she prized so highly.
    He was going to keep her home, with him, or at least waiting for him, naked – as she was beginning to realize he was going to require – as he felt she should be. If he wanted to call her and say, "Come meet me for lunch in town," she would have no excuse not to – unless she was working on a painting. Which was another advantage to her in living with him. He had seen her work and had tremendous respect for her talent, but when she was gainfully employed she could only indulge herself in her passion on the weekends and vacations. Now she could pursue her painting full time. And if she was in the middle of a creative burst it was – he'd made sure she understood – perfectly acceptable to him that she tell him exactly that and he'd rescind his order. He didn't want to crush that spirit in her that he so loved; he just wanted to bend it a bit to his will.
    She had struggled against the hold he had on her while he'd punished her, trying to dislodge her wrists from his hand, trying to slide off his lap, kicking her feet up incessantly until he finally laid one of his legs over hers, which only served to set her off just that much worse at his further restriction of her ability to move. It was a long, uncomfortable spanking that had left her exhausted. But he had revived her by turning her onto her back on the living room couch, arranging her legs over his shoulders and applying his eager mouth to her clit, turning her agonized moans into blissful sighs and ragged breaths surprisingly quickly.
    But today he was at work in the city and she'd had all day to stew and worry about what was going to happen when he discovered that she'd dismissed the work crew almost first thing this morning.
    Less than a half hour later he arrived home, breezing through the kitchen door to place an affectionate smooch to her cheek to which she grumbled low in her throat. He didn't let that stop him from fondling her, though, reaching down to cup and squeeze one of her other cheeks which was, along with the rest of her, as he now required, delightfully naked. "Bad day today, baby?" he asked, patting her behind a bit condescendingly before continuing into his office where he stowed his briefcase, knowing she was following him somewhat morosely. Beginning to loosen his tie, he stalked deliberately over to her. Damn, he loved having her here to come home to, even if she did look like a tiny unhappy thundercloud. Pulling her to him over her perfunctory objections, he wrapped his arms around her and held her securely. "So what's got your knickers in a twist, hmm, grumpy?"
    "I'm not grumpy!" she countered grumpily, refusing to look into his annoyingly