“I don’t want a woman I have to break.” His voice was soft, urgent, and she wished she could see his face. “I want a woman who’s willing to bend.”
His words thrilled her even as he stood up and stepped back, bringing a hand down hard against the swell of her behind. She didn’t do it, but she wanted to arch her back like a cat, begging for more. This is what she wanted, had always wanted, would forever want.
He might have been right about breaking horses, she mused, biting her lip to keep from crying out as his hand came down again, but there was something she thought he didn’t know. That kind of surrender of the spirit required trust—a great deal of trust. Perhaps some horses refused to submit because they were worldly cynics, too cautious and suspicious to give in. To them, man was just another dangerously cruel faction of an already dangerous universe. Those horses that were easier to break—she wondered if their spirits were just as strong as the others. Maybe even stronger.
“Eeee!” she squealed as his hand found the sweet spot again, again, picking up rhythm. She breathed a sigh of relief when he switched cheeks, but she knew that one would soon be red and stinging, too.
Heidi closed her eyes and thought about horses, wild-eyed ones running free, and tame ones, sweet as the sugar-cubes they nuzzled from your hand. Were those captive horses broken, then? Was it so wrong to trust? To want someone to guide you, shape you, give you exactly what you needed?
A tame horse adored its master, and wanted nothing more than to please him. An obedient horse was loved—and it loved.
His punishment was the sweetest thing she’d ever known and she took it with a grateful sort of grace, her little body twisting, not sure if she was trying to wriggle away or arching to beg for more. He was focused completely on the task at hand, warming her bottom to a steady, red heat and then, abruptly, he stopped, making her moan out loud.
“I don’t have a limp.” He was slightly breathless—just slightly. “But I use a cane. Have you ever wondered why?”
Fashion statement? She thought, but bit her tongue. There was no good answer to that question and she was glad it was rhetorical, because he continued talking, moving around the desk so she could see him holding it. He began to unscrew the handle, which was probably ivory, she mused, carved long before it was politically incorrect.
“My father used this to break horses.” Kaiser tipped the cane forward and something fell out of its hollow recesses. Heidi recognized it immediately—a riding crop. “He was cruel and everything he accomplished was done by force.”
Kaiser picked up the crop. “I will never force you, Heidi.”
She shivered as the leather end of the crop met her behind—just a tickle. Kaiser was stroking the reddened skin of her bottom with it.
“I don’t want to break you.” His words were hypnotic and she closed her eyes again in anticipation as he moved fully behind her. “I want to guide you…”
His voice was soft, almost a murmur, and she felt it like velvet over her burning skin. “Everything we do is a communication. Everything we say. Everything we don’t say.”
The crop caught her off-guard, the sharpness of it like a bite across the back of her thigh and she yelped, wincing.
“That,” he said firmly, “is communication. Hands and legs apart, Heidi.”
She whimpered and complied, realizing she had forgotten her form. She splayed her fingers again, and spread her thighs further.
“Have I been fair to you, Heidi?” The crop teased her, moving down the bare crack of her ass. It made her blush.
“Yes, sir.”
“Have I corrected you when you didn’t deserve it?”
“No, sir.”
“This won’t ever be about violence.” The crop met her behind, quickly but without malice. She gasped, winced and spread her fingers again on the desk. She had curled them reflexively into fists at the tender, probing touch of the crop to her asshole. “It’s about control. I can’t allow the balance of power to be tipped. Someone must lead and someone must follow. I will lead.” Kaiser pressed against her from behind and she stifled a moan when she felt him, thick and hard through his trousers. “You will follow.”
“Yes, sir.”
“My father knew how to break horses.” He put the crop down on the desk and held her hips still in his hands when she began to rock back against him. “But he never did learn how to train them. It takes a great deal of knowledge and skill to do so effectively.”
Heidi’s eyes flew wide when he slid an arm across her front, bringing her up against him in one swift motion, her back to his front, their bodies fitted together like puzzle pieces.#p#分页标题#e#