of those things were running through Devlin’s mind.
“Put your hands out.”
What?
When she didn’t move, he calmly but more sternly repeated himself. “Put your hands out, Scarlett.”
Her nipples hardened against her night shirt when it finally sank in what he had planned for that belt to take care of this morning. Now excited and incredibly horny, she did as she was told.
He glared at her when she smiled at him. Instinctively, she dropped her smile and looked away as she held out her wrists. His anger was obvious in how rough he was with her as he wrapped the leather black belt around her wrists.
“What are you going to do with me, Devlin?”
“That is none of your concern. It will be your concern when you’ve earned that concern.”
When he was finally satisfied with the knot he’d twisted, he looked back down at her face. “I’m very angry with you, with how you talked to me just now. But I know you didn’t mean it.”
She shook her head enthusiastically. He seemed angry, and she silently begged the stars for the “correct” punishment. But for him to continue was not what she dreaded. In fact, for him to continue to dominate her, put her in place when she stepped over the line, is what she secretly yearned for. As pieces of her life in Dallas had started to slowly put themselves together, she’d come to realize the reason why she felt like such an uptight perfectionist at times was because that’s exactly she had been.
Raised without a mother and by an elderly, Dallas-business-royalty father, Scarlett had grown up fast and mostly on her own. Visions she and her mates had gained over the last couple of weeks clued her in on her social life as well. It turns out she didn’t have much of one. Being just twenty-one and already the head VP of account relations apparently didn’t come without significant sacrifice.
There weren’t many memories of slumber parties with the girlfriends, hot dates with the quarterback, or sneaking spiked punch into prom. Her father’s company took up all her time and energy. But if she wanted to move to the top in the multi-million-dollar public relations agency her father had dedicated his entire life to, she had to put in the blood, sweat, and tears required for a young girl like her to become as successful as she was. She often wondered if that was the reason she was so drawn to Devlin’s sexual appetites. The thought of finally being the one not calling the shots and instead surrendering to her desires with not just the permission of her Master, but with his insistence, was extremely fascinating and tempting to the young city girl.
“Now turn around and lean over the table.”
Staring back at him, she struggled to form a coherent thought long enough to ask him what he planned to do to her from behind. A spanking maybe? God, she hoped so. Just imagining his work-roughened hands coming down on her tender flesh as he fucked her hard made her wiggle in her seat, her panties dampening more with each image swimming through her mind.
“Now!” he growled, horrifying her into obeying immediately.
She moved so fast to do as he said that she almost fell over on her own feet. When she plopped down on her tummy, atop the dining table, Devlin didn’t waste a second before ripping her shirt completely in half from the back. Not expecting such force, her instinct was to scream out in terror. Devlin immediately muffled her cry with one hand as he tore her panties off with the other.
“The lessons I planned out for you start now. The time has come to seriously start your training as my lifelong submissive. Since you seem to have a bit of an authority issue with me, I’m going to start by making sure you know exactly who is boss in this situation.”
The logical voice in her head told her to back-kick the dog right in his arrogant scrotum. She wasn’t supposed to let anyone talk to her in that way, much less a man she’d given her heart to. But somehow, in the depths