Tethered (The Stables Trilogy #2) by Penny Lam Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Penny Lam
was firm, controlled. Loud and clear. It demanded obedience and rewarded when obedience was given. The voice J.B. was using now wasn’t that voice. This one was lower. He growled his demands.
The only control in it was the thin rope he was clinging to.
Rushing, she fumbled as she undid the fly on her jeans, yanking them down.
“Lay your top flat on the desk. Ass out.”
Maple lowered her bared chest to the glass desk. The cool, smooth surface sent ice through her veins, and she shivered. It contrasted with the intense heat she felt between her legs.
“This is a punishment, Maple. You deserve it. You’re a naughty girl, a rule breaker, and a tease.”
She should be ashamed. But Maple wasn’t ashamed. Lust was her master, tugging at her puppet strings, and she surrendered fully to it.
“You’ve heard of the rule of thumb?” J.B. growled as he asked her.
With her cheek pressed to the glass, she saw him go to the wall of bamboo switches. The first time she’d been in the office, she’d assumed it was just another art installation. As he grabbed a long, thin switch off the wall, it dawned on her that it served dual purposes.
She spread her legs a bit.
The first swing was a warm up. A prelude. The switch licked across her ass. It was a quick caress that left stinging in its absence. A few more soft slaps of the switch warmed her skin. The thin cotton of her panties barely shielded her from the hits. Maple moaned and rolled her hips.
This angered J.B. She knew it because the next hit whistled through the air before striking. It felt as if the bamboo cut into her, and she screamed, her fingernails scratching at the desk. Instinct made her want to jump away. Training kept her in place. “Tell me what you did wrong, Maple.”
“I groomed Bane!” The switch hit again once. Twice. Her ass and thighs were on fire now, screaming. There shouldn’t be pleasure in this, but just having him here, behind her, was enough to make the need in her core crippling.
“Tell me what you did wrong, Maple.”
The endorphins were already flooding her system. When combined with the wild neediness she felt for him and the menacing flares of pain, it provided a fog that made thinking straight impossible. She’d told him what she’d done wrong!
“...I groomed Bane?”
He unleashed on her, whacking her over and over on her ass. This was discipline. He wasn’t trying to coax a response out of her. He was invested in her punishment. The rapid-fire whistles of the switch made the air hum. Fear bloomed in her chest. This felt different than what she wanted. She’d wanted the desperate, torrid passion he’d shown in the stable.
This was black punishment.
She screamed as he whipped her, her throat wracked by sobs and pain. Her hips writhed, trying to avoid the slicing slap of the switch. This only made it worse, the whole of her lower body catching hits.
“What. Did. You. Do?”
Her mind raced, trying to pick through the onslaught of emotions and physical responses for the answer he was seeking. “I-I disobeyed.”
He was still. She shuddered and sobbed, her face sliding in the slick mess left by her tears.
“Don’t do it again,” he seethed. “You should be gone. My business, Maple, relies on trust. I have to be able to trust my employees. Yet time and time again, you break that trust. You break the rules.”
She heard his switch drop to the floor. When he touched the inflamed skin on her backside, she whelped. “Why can’t I let you go?” J.B. whispered as he traced soft design in the heat of her skin. It ached, prickling spikes following the trail of his design. “Why are you trying to ruin me?”
“I’m not,” she croaked out. “I’m sorry,” she added. And she was.
“Get up,” he ordered, but softer. She did. “Sit on the desk.”
She wanted to shake her head. Surely he wasn’t going to make
The only control in it was the thin rope he was clinging to.
Rushing, she fumbled as she undid the fly on her jeans, yanking them down.
“Lay your top flat on the desk. Ass out.”
Maple lowered her bared chest to the glass desk. The cool, smooth surface sent ice through her veins, and she shivered. It contrasted with the intense heat she felt between her legs.
“This is a punishment, Maple. You deserve it. You’re a naughty girl, a rule breaker, and a tease.”
She should be ashamed. But Maple wasn’t ashamed. Lust was her master, tugging at her puppet strings, and she surrendered fully to it.
“You’ve heard of the rule of thumb?” J.B. growled as he asked her.
With her cheek pressed to the glass, she saw him go to the wall of bamboo switches. The first time she’d been in the office, she’d assumed it was just another art installation. As he grabbed a long, thin switch off the wall, it dawned on her that it served dual purposes.
She spread her legs a bit.
The first swing was a warm up. A prelude. The switch licked across her ass. It was a quick caress that left stinging in its absence. A few more soft slaps of the switch warmed her skin. The thin cotton of her panties barely shielded her from the hits. Maple moaned and rolled her hips.
This angered J.B. She knew it because the next hit whistled through the air before striking. It felt as if the bamboo cut into her, and she screamed, her fingernails scratching at the desk. Instinct made her want to jump away. Training kept her in place. “Tell me what you did wrong, Maple.”
“I groomed Bane!” The switch hit again once. Twice. Her ass and thighs were on fire now, screaming. There shouldn’t be pleasure in this, but just having him here, behind her, was enough to make the need in her core crippling.
“Tell me what you did wrong, Maple.”
The endorphins were already flooding her system. When combined with the wild neediness she felt for him and the menacing flares of pain, it provided a fog that made thinking straight impossible. She’d told him what she’d done wrong!
“...I groomed Bane?”
He unleashed on her, whacking her over and over on her ass. This was discipline. He wasn’t trying to coax a response out of her. He was invested in her punishment. The rapid-fire whistles of the switch made the air hum. Fear bloomed in her chest. This felt different than what she wanted. She’d wanted the desperate, torrid passion he’d shown in the stable.
This was black punishment.
She screamed as he whipped her, her throat wracked by sobs and pain. Her hips writhed, trying to avoid the slicing slap of the switch. This only made it worse, the whole of her lower body catching hits.
“What. Did. You. Do?”
Her mind raced, trying to pick through the onslaught of emotions and physical responses for the answer he was seeking. “I-I disobeyed.”
He was still. She shuddered and sobbed, her face sliding in the slick mess left by her tears.
“Don’t do it again,” he seethed. “You should be gone. My business, Maple, relies on trust. I have to be able to trust my employees. Yet time and time again, you break that trust. You break the rules.”
She heard his switch drop to the floor. When he touched the inflamed skin on her backside, she whelped. “Why can’t I let you go?” J.B. whispered as he traced soft design in the heat of her skin. It ached, prickling spikes following the trail of his design. “Why are you trying to ruin me?”
“I’m not,” she croaked out. “I’m sorry,” she added. And she was.
“Get up,” he ordered, but softer. She did. “Sit on the desk.”
She wanted to shake her head. Surely he wasn’t going to make
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