Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2) by Megan Michaels Read Free Book Online

Sir.”
    “Now, I want you to tell me what you just said in Swedish.”
    She swallowed and broke eye contact. “Well, I said ‘Go to hell, you stupid man.’” She peered up at him, wincing. “Then I called you a ‘stupid asshole.’”
    “Unacceptable. The little tantrum you just had — that’s been taken off your options list. If you behave in such a manner again, Missy, you’ll feel my belt on your bare bottom. I may still decide to do it anyway. Is that understood?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Before we go any further, let me clarify what I said, and correct you on some of your points as well. First, don’t you ever snap your fingers at me again. I think shock immobilized me this one time. Trust me when I tell you that the next time I hear the sound of your fingers snapping in my direction, it’ll spur me into action. Your backside will be the target of that action, and you won’t be sitting well when your punishment is over. Is that understood?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “After this little outburst, you definitely need a refresher on any training you may have had in the past. Whatever it was, it wasn’t enough. And I’m sticking with my assertion that being a slave is most likely out of your reach. It isn’t for everyone, Miss Inga.”
    “I know that.” She rolled her eyes and then caught herself, she straightened her back with wide eyes.
    Well, that’s a start at least.
    She continued. “I know it seems out of reach, but at one point submission seemed out of reach also. Isn’t that the point? I mean if it was easy, everyone would do it. I want to try something deeper… and I would like to be a slave to a Master. I know I’ve probably ruined any chance for me to experience that due to my little fit, but really… I want to try it.”
    Is she asking me to train her as a slave? Is this real? I mean do bastards like me get this fucking lucky?
    Garrett took a deep breath as he walked toward her. She swallowed hard, her body stiffening, but to her credit she didn’t back up. She dropped her gaze though, staring at the floor.
    He tilted her head up with a finger under her chin. “Are you asking me to train you as a slave, Miss Inga? I’m not sure I’m qualified. I mean, being a ‘pompous arrogant’ Master and a ‘stupid man’. And what was that I was called? Oh yeah, an asshole — a ‘stupid asshole.’ Someone just recently told me that I need to work on that.”
    “Um. I didn’t… I mean, I just was trying to—”
    “I guarantee, you won’t call me names again. We’ll nip that behavior in the bud tonight, bad girl.”
    The blush rose again on her neck and face. He wondered if it was the same color as his handprints on her bottom, or better yet, if her nipples were the same color.
    Stop thinking about that. Christ, you’ve got a hard on just thinking about her nipples.
    “Very pretty blush, Missy. Want to know what I just wondered?”
    She nodded.
    “I wondered if the color of your blush is the same color as your nipples, or if my handprints on your bottom have the same tint.” He ran his forefinger along her jaw line.
    “I guess we’ll be finding out. Since you just asked me to train you, lesson one of your training — if you agree — will occur tonight. It’ll be for your little outburst, snapping your fingers, and the name calling. I believe a spanking is in order. Don’t you, Miss Inga?”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    S he took in a shivery breath and couldn’t seem to exhale. Her body stiffened with excitement, anxiety and… what was that? Sexual arousal?
    This man is a widow — you can’t have feelings for him!
    Inga stared at him. She couldn’t get her throat to work, to let the words come out. He’d said he’d be spanking her.
    And he’d just agreed, by the sounds of it, to train her.
    “What happened to the mouthy nanny in my house? Where did the fiery wannabe slave go?” Garrett slid his finger down her neck slowly until it was in her cleavage. Her