Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 1(145)
“I told my pet she would try to run away because she got scared.” Mr. Collins gloated, lips pressed against her crown. “It’s a good thing I know my pet so well.” His hand cracked down harder.
When she could no longer speak coherently Mr. Collins pushed the chair back and set Natasha on unsteady feet. “Take off your shoes.” He patiently waited for her to slip them off while she bawled and struggled to keep her balance.
“Natasha, look at me.”
She dug her chin deep into her shoulder, trying to hide her humiliation and hurt.
“If I have to repeat myself, I’ll do it again twice as long.”
Natasha’s head whipped up. Tears made a charcoal mess of her makeup, she had a runny nose, and the lipstick created crimson smudges across her cheeks. “Please don’t make me do this, Sir. I don’t want you to see me like this.”
His face softened. Eyes alight with tenderness he murmured, “Don’t be ashamed, Natasha. You suffered it beautifully. You have never been as lovely to me as you are now.”#p#分页标题#e#
She sucked in jagged gulps of air. His words soothed but she still wished to hide.
I don’t understand what I’m feeling. I’m sad, angry, confused. . .
Mr. Collins tugged on her hip and pulled her back onto his lap. “You’ve been naughty and should be fully punished, pet.” He kissed her mouth gently. “However, I can’t stand to see you cry like this. I will spoil my pet dreadfully at this rate.”
“What did I do so wrong?” Natasha warbled between shuddering breaths. “I just wanted to be with you, Sir.”
“I know, pet. I know.” Mr. Collins combed his fingers through her disheveled locks. “I command. You obey. You do not take control of our interactions. You disobeyed a direct command from me, didn’t you?”
“But—”
“Answer the question with an affirmative or a negative.”
Two fat tears broke free to roll down her cheeks. “Yes.”
I thought we were playing a game. I didn’t think it was this real. My assumption led to this. I was sloppy. Plain and simple.
Self-disgust stopped her crying cold. “I’m sorry, Mr. Collins.”
“Natasha, please stop. This isn’t a case where your mistake cost us millions in interest.” He wiped away her tears with the pads of this thumbs. “You broke a rule and were punished. This does not mean you’re inept at pleasing me.”
Natasha looked at him in surprise. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
Mr. Collins kissed her softly. “Because I know my pet. All the mistakes in the world are her fault if I leave her inside her mind for too long. Not to worry because pain has a way of wiping it all clean, doesn’t it?”
She shook her head and confessed, “Sir, I can’t take another spanking ever again.”
“You can and you undoubtedly will.”
Natasha looked down and whispered, “No, Sir.”
“Eyes up, pet.” Mr. Collins brushed the back of his hand against her jaw line. “Would you have interrupted one of my meetings with investors just to say you were hungry and wanted to go to lunch?”
“Of course not.” She sniffled several times.
“Even if you were starving and your stomach was growling?”
“No.”
“What if you had to go?”
“Go?”
“You know—go.”
“Oh.” Natasha managed a smile. “I would try to hold it.”
“Even if it made you squirm in your chair? Even if you thought you would burst?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Collins cupped her cheek with a too-warm hand. “This is no different except you’re doing it solely for the purpose of pleasing me who in turn will please you.”
Natasha leaned into his palm, despite suffering the reason why it was too-warm. “But it hurts so much, Sir.”
“It’s meant to hurt, pet. If it didn’t hurt what would be the point?”
“Do you want to hurt me?”
Mr. Collins bared his teeth in a beautiful, razor-sharp grin. It bound her to him as tightly as his tie. “Of course I do, Natasha. Just as you want to be hurt by me.”
Her insides roiled. “You’re scaring me, Sir.”
“I know, pet. This is all so new to you. I daresay you’d be vomiting in the toilet if I don’t calm you down. What? You didn’t think I knew about it those first few days?”
Natasha laughed, wondering what else he had discovered about her. She sobered as she divulged one of her deepest concerns. “This isn’t normal.”
“Of course it isn’t. Whatever gave you the impression either of us was normal?”