Chapter 5
When the front door was closed, Dominic’s arms brushed past me and he leaned his head on my shoulder. I heard him sniff my hair and I was entranced by the kisses on my neck that followed. He growled in my ear as he took off my coat by slipping his hand down my chest.
“Seeing you there at the party, in that outfit, surrounded by sex … Oh, Julie, I want you,” he murmured. “I know what I did to you on the couch was wrong, so … Will you give me permission to play with you?” he asked.
I gasped when he kissed my jaw. “Yes.” The words stumbled out like I was giving in to temptation.
Dominic swooped me up from the floor from behind and put me over his shoulder.
I shrieked from being turned upside down. “What are you doing?”
“Call me master, Julie.” His fingers slid over the back of my leg and then suddenly came down hard on my butt. I yelped from the stinging pain on my skin. “If you don’t call me master, you’ll get another slap.”
“Yes, master,” I stammered.
With me dangling from his shoulder, he marched up the stairs and put me down inside the playroom. He grabbed my wrists harshly and took something from the cabinet beside us. I couldn’t see what it was, but I felt the snap as it locked around my wrists. My arms were stuck behind my back now. I had no way to free them.
“I know what you did, Julie,” he whispered into my ear.
My eyes widened and my heart beat like crazy. I panicked, hearing those words.
Dominic snatched a whip off the wall and flicked it between his hands. He circled around me, keeping his narrow, blazing eyes on me with each step. “You defied me today.”
I pressed my lips together and looked at the floor, feeling ashamed of my betrayal to him. I’d broken yet another one of his rules. Was he going to be harsh on me this time too?
“Look at me,” he said with a demanding voice.
I looked up, shivering, barely able to keep my footing.
“You talked to someone, did you not?”
“Yes, master.”
“Did you think you’d get away with it? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” He flicked the whip on the floor, making my heart jump. I closed my eyes from the scare.
“No, master, I didn’t. She just came up to me and started talking. I didn’t know what to do …” I muttered.
“No excuses.” The whip came down on the floor and my muscles tensed hearing the snapping sound it made. If that thing hit me, I knew it would hurt. A lot.
“I’m sorry master,” I said, my lips quivering. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”
He smirked. “I’ll make you feel sorry.” He towered above me and then suddenly ripped off the piece that covered my boobs, making them spill out. He hummed and then slapped my boobs. I let out a painful moan each time his hand came down, but it wasn’t as hard as last time, when he put me over the couch. This was more playful.
Dominic put down the whip on a table and grasped my arm. He dragged me to a bench in the middle of the room. It was the bench with the guillotine without the blade. He placed me behind it. “Bend over.”
I did what he asked. “Master, please be gentle …”
He chuckled. “Oh … I have a whole different thing for you in store tonight.” His tone was low, carnal-like, almost ending in a grunt. “Do you remember the stop word?”
“Yes, master.”
“What is it?”
“Red.”
“Good.” He circled around the bench again, his fingers lingering on my body, making me squirm. “Damn, you look nice in that outfit,” he muttered, clasping my legs to the bench. Now I had no way out.
He walked to the front and opened the wooden guillotine. “Put your head in there.”
I hesitated and looked at the thing. Would my head fit in there? What would happen after? Was he going to hurt me?
“Don’t be so fearful. It’s not going to hurt you. It’s just something to hold you still.”
I stretched my neck and the wooden thing came down. The metal locks on either side were pushed down and now I surely couldn’t escape.
“Hmm, hmm.” Dominic licked his lips at the sight of me. “Whatever shall I do with you …?”
He walked to my left and out of sight. I didn’t know where he was now. I couldn’t feel him and my head was unable to turn as he did.
When his hand came down on my butt I squealed.
“That’s for not doing what I said,” he muttered.
His hand gently went over my burned skin. He rubbed it softly, up and down, up and down. Then another smack followed and I bit my lip from the sting.
“I’m punishing you for talking to someone when I clearly told you not to. Do you understand?”