Voyeur

Voyeur by Sierra Cartwright Read Free Book Online

Book: Voyeur by Sierra Cartwright Read Free Book Online
Authors: Sierra Cartwright
tile. Her knees were wide and she was aware of his gaze on her swollen labia and clit.
    “Outside of what you’ve shared with me and what you’ve seen at Master Theodore’s home, you’ve never experimented with BDSM?”
    “No.” She shook her head.
    “So you’ve never been punished for misbehaving?”
    Wildly her mind raced backwards as she tried to figure out where she had gone wrong. “No, Master. The sub has never been punished for misbehaving.”
    “Until now.”
     

Chapter Five
     
     
     
     
    “Master…?” she asked.
    “Last night, despite my explicit instructions, you came home and masturbated yourself to orgasm.”
    She lowered her gaze.
    “Look at me.”
    Instantly she did.
    “Do you think, given the nature of this relationship, I should ignore a transgression, just once?”
    “Sub wishes Master would.”
    He regarded her. Unlike earlier when he’d smiled at her, there was no compromise in the set of his facial features. “And if Master didn’t keep his word and follow through, sub would learn…?”
    She swallowed. “I see Master’s point…wait! Sub sees Master’s point.”
    “Go on.”
    She breathed deep, glad he’d seemingly ignored that small transgression. “If Master ignores sub’s errors this time, she might expect him to do so all the time.” As she talked, fear and excitement collided deep inside her. “She might become sloppy in hopes that Master would be swayed just one more time.”
    “You’ve wondered what it would be like to be disciplined.” It was a statement, not a question.
    He filled her vision. The scent of him, of rain, of the outdoors, of man, surrounded her. “The sub has wondered what it might be like to receive a spanking.” Only in her dreams had she imagined speaking this way. “Over her Master’s knee.”
    He pulled back a chair, the legs scraping on the floor.
    Her pulse accelerated.
    He took a seat. “Drape yourself across my knee.”
    She stood and crossed to him silently, ensnared in his gaze.
    “Wait. Grab the lube from the counter, first.”
    She’d hoped he’d forgotten it. She grabbed the tube and placed it in his palm.
    Her mouth dry, she lay across his lap, aware of the scratchiness of denim on her bare skin.
    “Spread your legs. I want to be able to diddle you if it suits me.”
    She was upside down, her hair brushing the desert-coloured tiles. She used her fingertips for balance as her toes sought purchase.
    “In the mirror, meet my gaze.”
    She fought to resist the impulse to squeeze her eyes shut. Instead, she swept her hair behind her ear so she could see her Dom.
    “You are beautiful in your surrender.”
    She looked nervous and exposed. She wasn’t sure about the beautiful part.
    “Beatings, spankings, paddlings, croppings, whippings…they all have various purposes. They can be for pleasure… Well,” he corrected, “beating, spanking, paddling, cropping, whipping you is always for my pleasure. You’ve heard the old saying; this will hurt me more than it will hurt you?”
    She nodded.
    “It’s not true at all.”
    Beast .
    “It will always hurt you more than it hurts me.”
    “Thanks for that.”
    He grinned quickly, and in that instant, she knew there was no place she would rather be.
    “For now, we’ll use the word beating to mean anything I’ve already mentioned, including caning.”
    “Caning?” Her voice was a squeak.
    He slapped her hard across the buttocks. “Do not tighten your arse cheeks.”
    She learnt that lesson fast and well.
    “You’ll work up to that. Nothing immediate, I promise you. A beating can be sensuous, a   prelude to sex. It can also be routine discipline. For example, I may spank you just to keep you aware of your place, remind you that you’re my sub.”
    His sub.
    “It can also be for punishment. If it’s meant as punishment, it will usually be delivered perfunctorily. I will never beat you when I am angry. It will be meant to reinforce a lesson. Generally you will not be

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