Page 139 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
“I am definitely interested in reading it, but not right now.” I had to address one thing at a time.
Taking a seat, I got positioned so she could easily lie across my lap. It was obvious she was nervous, but I was fairly certain we were not going back to where we’d been nine days ago in that damn playroom.
When I’d told her I wanted to start over, I was serious. This thing between us was scorching hot and had more potential than I think either of us realized. However, I couldn’t continue on the way we’d been going in the beginning. I had no idea what experiences Clarissa had been through that had caused her to become the way she was, but I needed her to understand she was going about it the wrong way.
I had every intention of learning every minute detail about her, but in order for that to happen, she had to open up to me, had to give me something to work with. This wasn’t about her pleasing me in everything she did. I wanted this woman with a passion that rivaled all. But I wanted the woman, not the sex toy she’d turned herself into.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked as she shifted slightly on my lap. “Because you’re going to be here for a few minutes.”
“Yes, Master.” She moved again. “Actually, no, Master. I’m not comfortable. But that has nothing to do with my position.”
I rubbed her sweet little ass with my hand. “Good girl.”
It was a start.
Troy walked toward us carrying my black leather paddle in his hand.
“Thank you, boy. I want you to undress and kneel by Clarissa’s head.”
While I waited for Troy to do as instructed, I continued to caress Clarissa’s bare ass. She had such a lovely ass and I was looking forward to spanking her, to turning that pale, smooth skin a nice shade of red.
“Sunshine, how many spanks do you think you deserve?”
“Can I think about it for a moment, Master?”
“Of course.”
She was doing far better than I’d thought she would. At least she hadn’t given me her tried and true Whatever pleases you, Master.
My eyes lingered on Troy for a moment as the man discarded his jeans and his shirt. Damn, but he turned me on with that finely honed body of his. We’d been going full throttle every damn day since we arrived in Chicago and I had yet to get enough of him.
When Troy was kneeling where I’d asked him to, I laid the paddle directly on Clarissa’s ass, wanting her to feel the cool leather against her skin.
“Okay, sunshine. I need your answer.”
“I think I’ve earned twenty, Master.”
Twenty. That was a nice number. Not too many, not too few.
“I agree. Twenty is a good start.” I squeezed one ass cheek firmly. “I’m not going to be easy on you, Clarissa. If at any time you need to use your safe word, ensure you say it loudly.” I glanced over at Troy. “I want you touching her face, looking into her eyes. I want her only focus to be you right now.”
“Yes, Master.” His eyes were wide, and he appeared nervous. Perhaps more so than Clarissa.
When he cupped her face, I retrieved the leather paddle and spun it in my hand.
“I’ll count down for you this time,” I told her.
I didn’t want her focused on anything but Troy. My intention was to get her to release some of the emotions she was bottling up. While she’d opened up some already, I wanted to move this along. We had a lot of time to make up for.
“Tell me when you’re ready, sunshine.”
She shifted slightly, her upper body supported by her elbows as she rested on the sofa cushion. “I’m ready, Master.”
“I don’t need to tell you not to move.”
“No, Master.”
I glanced once more at Troy, ensuring he was still in the moment, not gearing up to tackle me to the floor for hurting Clarissa.
“She has earned this,” I informed him. “And she’s in agreement. I want you focused on her.”
He nodded, then turned his attention to Clarissa. His hand curled around her cheek, and as soon as it did, I landed the paddle firmly on her ass.
From that moment on, I focused on every smack of the leather against her skin. My swats were controlled because my intention was to bring her enough sensation to have her letting go, not to make it so she couldn’t sit down for a week.
After five, Clarissa sobbed. I landed four more in rapid succession, then paused, rubbing her ass while Troy held her face. I could see her reactions were drawing out his emotions. It was what I was hoping for.
I continued, taking my time, giving her several seconds between each blow as I counted them down aloud. By the time I was on seventeen, she was crying in earnest. At twenty, she was sobbing so hard it was difficult to keep her in place. I dropped the paddle and turned her over so that I could hold her in my arms. When she wrapped her arms around my neck, I considered that a good sign.
