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“Yes, sir.”

Silas stepped to the side. He raised the strap and brought it down. She cried out with each stroke but he didn’t let up and she kept her position throughout her punishment. As her bottom reddened, Silas resolved himself to her cries, knowing he had to be harsh. He needed to make sure she understood what her decision not to come forward, not to trust him enough to tell him, could have cost so many and would cost her now. He could have lost Rowan tonight. The repercussions from such a loss would be great, but the one thing that surprised him most of all was what he felt at the thought of losing her.





Chapter Eleven





Although still awake, Rowan feigned sleep when Silas finally returned home. She heard him hang the strap up by the door and her bottom clenched in anticipation of her own impending punishment. He left the lights out and went into the bathroom where she heard him bathe. It wasn’t long before he slid naked beneath the covers and lay on his back.

“I know you’re awake,” he said.

“Is she ok?” Rowan asked.

“She’ll be fine.”

“I’ve caused so much trouble.”

“It’s been a long night, Rowan. I’d like for it to be over. Try to get some sleep.”

She sat up and switched on the light. “Punish me now, Silas.” A part of her wanted to get it over with while another part knew how much tension Silas carried. She wondered if they both wouldn’t feel better after her spanking.

“Rowan.”

“I want double what you gave Kara,” she said even as her belly trembled at the thought of it.

Silas looked at her, his blue eyes ringed with dark shadows, and she knew if she pushed, he’d do it and she also knew he needed to do it.

“Please, punish me now.”

Silas exhaled and nodded once. “Get the strap.”

She swallowed and somehow, as frightened as she was, her sex came alive. She slid out of the bed feeling the moist pressure of arousal between her legs, and retrieved the heavy strap by the door. She hated it, hated the raw cut of the thing, but in a way, craved it as well. Silas stood naked by the bed, his erection rigid against his belly. He took the strap from her hand and with a hand at her shoulder, urged her to her knees. Kneeling before him, she placed one hand on his thigh, and with the other, guided his cock into her mouth.

He made a sound almost immediately and one of his hands worked its way into her hair, gripping tightly as he moved her along the length of him. She swallowed the first salty droplets, wanting the taste of him, the smell and sheer strength of him, but when his cock thickened even more, he dragged her off and up by her hair.

“After,” he said. “Go stand with your hands against the wall.”

She eyed the strap, questioning for a moment her own motivation even as her sex leaked with arousal. She turned and walked to where he had gestured and placed her hands against the wall, waiting for further instruction.

“Walk backwards but keep your hands on the wall.” She did. “More, I want your back flat.”

She walked until she felt the muscles on the backs of her legs stretch and her bottom jutted out, vulnerable, waiting to be punished. She glanced at his swollen, rigid cock then at the strap as he ran it through the palm of his hand.

“Face forward and keep your hands on the wall. If you turn back or move your hands, we start at one. You’ll take forty and you won’t move an inch until you do, understood?” he asked, his voice nothing less than a quiet command.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her own voice a whisper as she tried to swallow the nervous lump in her throat. But when one hand came to pull her bottom cheek out and two fingers dipped into her sex, she gasped, all her muscles tightening. He didn’t say a word but waited until, a few moments later, she relaxed them again.

Two fingers moved in and out of her slick entrance. “When I have to punish you again,” he said, sliding those wet fingers up along the cleft between her bottom cheeks and farther toward her back hole. She gasped when, once there, he put one hand to the flat of her back and pushed it down, forcing her bottom to protrude out while his finger violated that dark, tender passage. “I’ll punish you here,” he said.

Her muscles tightened involuntarily around his thick finger and he nearly lifted her as he pressed deep and hard.

“Do you understand?”

Why her pussy was dripping she could not fathom. She should be frightened, she should want to run, but her body shuddered beneath his touch, his words, his presence and she found herself pushing her bottom to him while she nodded.

“Yes.” She cleared her throat. “Yes, sir.”

Abruptly, he removed his finger and stepped back, bringing the first lick of the strap down across her bottom before she had a chance to catch her breath. The gasp that followed the loud sound of leather colliding with flesh was only smothered by the sound of the next stroke falling. Rowan fisted one hand against the wall and bit her lip in order not to cry out.