House Call (Hideaway) Read Free

clothes that
prevented it.
    ‘Keep
still. I am going to examine you, sweetheart, because you need to be
well to take the punishment I have in mind, and you actually did feel warm when
I felt your forehead.’
    ‘But…
you spanked me already.’
    ‘That
wasn’t your punishment. The next time you so much as think of lying to
me, you’re going to remember this night, and think again.’
    He
twisted the thermometer, the delicious, wet friction drawing a needy whimper
from her.
    ‘Sir…’
    ‘Quiet.’
    She
lay helpless beneath him as he tormented her. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have
just one more night with him. She could take the pain that would come later in
exchange for the pleasure that she could have now; something to carry her
through the lonely days ahead.
    ‘Why
are you doing this?’ she said.
    There
was a pause, and then he said, ‘Because I care about you.’
    For
a moment, she forgot to breathe. ‘You do?’ He did? How much? And… how? Like a client he enjoyed working with? Like a friend? Like a… lover?
    ‘Yes,
I do. That’s long enough for your temperature to register,’ he said. ‘Push it
out.’
    Well,
that was a little embarrassing. ‘Why don’t you take it out?’ she said.
    ‘Sir,’ he
corrected.
    ‘I
like it where it is,’ she said, ‘Sir.’ She knew she was reacting a
little to the fact that he’d changed the subject so abruptly.
    ‘ Now, Sam.’
    ‘Just
a little longer.’
    She
felt him grasp the instrument, and then let out a cry of pain as a single, powerful
spank detonated on her throbbing right ass cheek. He let go of the instrument
once the pain had passed and she wasn’t clenching so tightly.
    ‘Push
it out,’ he repeated calmly, one fingertip running ominously over her
sensitized skin, his tone making it clear that this could get very bad indeed.
    She
tensed her muscles, and the slippery instrument began to move, then fell out of
her body and landed on her thighs.
    ‘Do
you like that, Sir?’ she said. She knew she was taking a big risk by
allowing her embarrassment to manifest in aggression, but well, there it was.
    There
was a momentary pause, and then he spoke.
    ‘I
think you actually want to know the answer to that question,’ he said. ‘And if
you’d asked it politely, I’d have told you why there are times when I may
command you to eject something from your body. I’d have tried to describe how I
feel while I watch you struggle to obey, and I might even have shown you the
effect all of this has on me. As it is…’ He shrugged, retrieved the thermometer
from between her bound legs, and read it as she closed her eyes in frustration,
unsure who she was more exasperated with; him, or herself.
    ‘Hmph,’
he said, stripping off the gloves.
    ‘Huh?’
    ‘Your
temperature’s normal.’ He leaned down, fussed with the bag back where she
couldn’t see it, and then his weight lifted off her. ‘Turn onto your back.’
    She
did, hissing with pain as he sat back down on her legs.
    He
frowned, and lifted himself up a little. ‘Am I hurting you?’
    ‘No,’
she panted. ‘The… the spanking.’
    He
nodded, and smiled as he settled his weight back onto her. ‘Consider it a
lesson in cause and effect. One I’m sure you’ve learned by now. Which leads me
to wonder why you’re testing me. I have a theory, but we’ll see.’
    She
started to sit up, and he pushed her right back down. She glared at him.
    He
looked at her carefully, his hand still splayed across her breastbone. ‘Are you
frightened?’
    Yes. ‘No.’
    He
frowned. ‘More lies.’ He sighed. ‘What I don’t understand is, why? ’
    ‘I’m
fine,’ she said. ‘Please continue, Sir.’
    He
rolled his eyes. ‘Before this night is over, you’re going to tell me what the
hell is going on with you.’
    ‘Did
an evening course with the CIA, did you, Sir?’
    Oh,
that was the wrong thing to say.
    His
gaze could have burned a hole right through her, but he kept his temper, which,
considering he