“Yes, Master.” Isabelle breathes again. Her chest heaves, and from my vantage point above her, I can see her creamy breasts straining against the simple silk T-shirt hugging her curves.
I can’t wait to taste her, every inch. Strap her up in leather and tests the limits of her pleasure with clamps and chains. I tilt her chin up, searching those blue eyes for the anger and doubt I saw there just moments ago, but now all I find in her gaze is lust, need, and a willingness to please. She’s perfect.
“What happens when you disobey me?” I growl.
Her breath catches. “I get punished.”
Isabelle’s body quivers with anticipation. I won’t disappoint her this time.
“Get up. Take off your clothes.”
She scrambles to her feet. I can see the desire on her face, her cheeks flushed pink. She quickly strips off her T-shirt and jeans, leaving her in just a set of white lace underwear. Isabelle reaches to take off her bra.
“Stop,” I command her. “I want to look at you.”
Her hands drop to her sides. Slowly, I prowl in a circle around her, examining every inch of her luscious, taut flesh. The swell of her breasts, the nipples straining pink behind the lace. The curve of her ass, and the tapered muscles of her thighs.
Fuck, she’s incredible.
I lean close to murmur in her ear, still not touching her. “Have you missed me?”
Isabelle shudders. “Yes, oh yes.”
“Did you lay awake at night, thinking about me?” I continue, letting my breath fall hotly on her skin. She tries to sway back against me, but I stay out of reach. “Did you touch yourself, and imagine my hands on you? My cock thrusting deep inside your slick cunt, your body pushed to breaking point?”
She moans, and I can smell the desire on her. I know that she’s wet for me, clenching to keep control.
“Admit it, darling,” I murmur. “Tell me all the wicked, filthy things you did to your sweet body imagining it was me.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I touched myself. God, I missed you so much. I went crazy without you.”
The way she’s talking, it’s all I can do to keep from touching her, so I force myself to pull back. I make my voice tender now, so Isabelle can hear how much I want her, too.
“You don’t have to suffer anymore. I’m here now, and I promise you, you’ll get exactly what you deserve.”
“Yes, Master.”
I step back and take a seat on my chair again. “Come here,” I order her. “Bend over my lap.”
Isabelle’s head lifts. Her eyes flash with excitement. “Are you going to spank me?” she asks, a tremor of excitement in her voice. I remember how hot she got the last time I spanked her, and fuck, blood rushes straight to my cock.
“Are you questioning me?” I counter.
Immediately, she flushes. “No, of course not.”
Isabelle scurries over and arranges herself over my lap. Her stomach presses against the top of my thighs, and her ass juts up, barely covered by a scrap of lace.
I slowly stroke the delicious curve, dipping back between her legs to nudge at her sodden pussy. She whimpers in response.
Fuck. It takes all my hard-won control to keep from yanking those panties down and just fucking her right here: driving deep inside her until I’m branding her with my cock from the inside out.
But that isn’t what she needs from me right now. Now, she needs me to take care of her. She needs to know I’m in complete control.
“You disobeyed me,” I remind her. “Your punishment is ten slaps. If you move, or make a sound, that will be doubled.”
I feel her freeze against me.
“Are you ready?”
This time, her voice has a tremor of fear. “Yes, Master.”
“Good.”
I don’t give her any more warning before I yank down her panties and land a stinging blow on that gorgeous peach of an ass.
Isabelle jolts against the pain, but she bites back her cry.
I spank her again, hard, a series of devastatingly accurate blows that leave my palm print branded red on her flesh. With every slap, my heart pounds, steady, until nothing in the world exists but the careful force of my hand, measured just enough to sting and pain but not more than she can take.
I knot her silky hair in my other hand, holding her in place as the punishment continues.
“You don’t question me,” I say loudly, moving to spank the back of her thighs. “You don’t protest, and you don’t object. Those are the rules of our contract, my darling, and don’t think for one moment I won’t hold you to account from now on.”
Isabelle’s body is shaking, as she silently sobs with every strike. But I know that her body is primed now for pleasure, and that when I take her to the edge, it will be even more intense than before.