10. Jasmine

Chapter ten

Jasmine

I want this, but all the reasons against it keep swirling around my mind. I'm entering a place where we need safe words. Where there is no chance of screaming for help when things get out of hand. I'm alone in his room, with no other option but to welcome this man's affections. It's what I want, but the butterflies are already turning in my stomach.

Just me, alone in his giant house, and no one knows I am here. If I refuse him, I could vanish like Andrew Green. I have everything to lose if I utter my safe word, and everything to gain if I keep my teeth clamped tight.

Tearing the fabric of my T-shirt, he reveals a little more of my breasts, dragging out the reveal of my nipples. Part of me wants it over with. Part of me still wants to run away.

"Okay, we need to do something about this, honey," Zane sighs. "Kneel on the bed with your hands on the headboard. Since you can't click or use your safeword with the gag in, tap the headboard to let me know I need to stop. Okay?"

I nod. I have to do this, it was my bloody idea, but the nerves that have held me back for years are still there.

"I'm going to count, the longer it takes, the more I'm going to spank that beautiful arse."

Heat pools in my sex with his words, my eyes widen, and slowly, my body moves as directed. I've never been spanked before, and I'm not sure I want to add it to my list of firsts for tonight. I may dance like a whore on hot coals, but I don't behave like one.

"One," he calls, grinning like an addict waiting for his next fix. I move a lot quicker after that.

Why couldn't we have met at the club? I could have danced for him and he could have wooed me there. I would have shot him down, just like I did with all the other rich men.

"Two."

I squeal, screaming wordless protests that I am almost in place.

"Three."

My hands grab hold of the bedrail, a thick wooden beam running across the bed.

"Good girl. You don't want to get higher tonight."

I whimper desperately at him for the use of my voice. If I could discuss this with him, I would flee from my desires again. I love this man for taking that option away from me.

"You like being good, don't you, kitten, but there's a naughty streak in there that needs letting out."

I nod at the good girl part.

"It's okay. You know I'll make it good."

With his sexy voice whispering words like that, how can I doubt him? Craning my neck to watch him, I nod at him.

"Do you want to say no?" He questions.

I want to ask what, and how, but I don't want to say no to him. I'm so afraid of saying no, I can't say anything. I know I need this push.

"You really do want this." His lips plant kisses across my shoulder blades and I forget what he's talking about.

His hands gather up my T-shirt and then he rips the fabric apart. The top hangs down from my shoulders, covering my view of my breasts. Somehow that makes it seem better when his hands ghost across them. My pebbled nipples stand hard and erect, his fingers catch them, rolling the hard buds until pain bleeds out of my mouth in wanton moans.

"Good girl. You're doing so well."

One hand runs down my back, over each vertebra of my spine, exaggerated in this hunched position.

"What a good girl. Now it's time for your punishment."

My body shivers at the thought of being spanked like this. I've never been a naughty girl before.

His hand pushes down on my back, forcing my butt to stick out. As his hands touch the elastic of my underwear, my mind panics. One pull and everything is exposed. My virginity is all but over. All the while I'm struggling, my clothing doesn't move. He's waiting.

"Are you saying no, kitten?"

My eyes close as I realise the value of having the gag in now. If I didn't have it straining my mouth, I'd be saying nothing but no, and I wouldn't mean it.

I can only hope he keeps his word about being good to me.

"Ready to be a big girl?" he teases.

Arsehole. I splutter some illegible variant of the word I mean around the gag, drool dripping down my chin.

This time when he grabs my knickers elastic, there is no stopping him. The garment comes down in one piece bearing everything to the room.

"Good girl. Ready?"

Never.

His hand slaps my arse cheek. I'm still protesting when the second blow strikes across the other cheek. The third blow lands between my cheeks, jolting me more than the first two. My top slides down my arms, leaving my breasts further uncovered. I have nothing left to give, but Zane will take it anyway.

"You are such a good girl for me."

I nod slowly. With my job and home now gone, I've lost so much, I need something. I need this.