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thong that matched her bra and left everything in an untidy heap in the foyer. She’d taken a few steps down the hallway of his grand, historic home, a place she’d once lived, before she froze.
    He would fully expect her to crawl to him.
    Her cheeks burning with embarrassment, hoping Mrs. Boxley wasn’t somewhere spying on her, Jessica got on all fours. She crawled down the hall, and she paused at the entrance. He’d left his belt, still folded in half, just inside the doorway.
    She glanced up. He was standing next to the fireplace. As was his custom, the day’s newspaper had been deposited in a bin near the hearth, ready to be used in the fire. Funny how she’d remember a habit like that.
    He offered no encouragement or instructions. He didn’t need to. She knew what he expected.
    With her mouth, she picked up the belt. She used her lips, not her teeth.
    Aware of her every motion and the lewdness of her position, she continued across the polished hardwood floor, stopping in front of him. She held onto the belt until he reached down to take it from her mouth.
    “Well done.”
    Even the small approval was enough to keep her resolved, no matter what came next.
    He moved one of the chairs back from the fireplace. He was still fully dressed, which made her nudity all the more keen. He had power and control over her, like he’d always had.
    “I want you facing the chair, bent over, your hands on the arms.”
    Which meant he didn’t intend to restrain her. She had an odd relationship with bondage. She hated the restriction and intuitively struggled against it, but she also found it oddly liberating. When she was tied, she could surrender totally, knowing she had no other option.
    She deliberately shut off the part of herself that drew a parallel between bondage and her own internal struggle with her ability to be emotionally vulnerable.
    Taking her time, she crawled to the chair and then positioned herself.
    Her heart thundered.
    It had been so long since any man had taken such control with her, stood over her implacably, demanding and expecting her capitulation. She was frightened. She was aroused.
    She drew a steadying breath, but it was as shaky as her pulse.  
    Without being instructed, she spread her legs farther. She knew the position left her defenceless. She was wide open to the chastisement of his leather belt. She knew it would hurt, maybe even scorch her pussy, but on some level, she craved its caress.
    She heard him moving, felt his nearness.
    He crouched behind her, making her dizzy. He ran a hand across her bare mound. Her eyes closed. She dreamt of this, fantasised about it. She never dared hope his fingers would be on her, and she was oh-so-grateful they were.
    “You’re properly shaved.”
    She hadn’t dared not be.
    “So tell me again you weren’t expecting me to dominate you this evening. In fact you were hoping I would.”
    She couldn’t admit the truth, and he would know if she lied. She remained silent, desperate for more of his touch.
    She was aware of him pushing to his feet.
    “Why are you being punished?” he asked.
    She’d always hated this part. He’d always talked to her before spanking her. He wanted to be sure she got the full impact of the lesson. She’d prefer to go someplace deep inside her head, but he rarely allowed that. He wanted her fully present, understanding what he was doing and why he was doing it. But this time, she was not sure she understood his motivation. “Sir,” she said. “I am not certain.”
    “Try.” He touched the small of her back, a silent reminder to dip her back.
    She was aware, again, of how lewd her position was. All her intimate parts were exposed.
    He ran a finger between her labia. She knew he felt her dampness, but he said nothing.
    “For running away?”
    “Keep going.”
    “Uhm…”
    He pushed his thumb against her clitoris. She wanted to grind backward, seeking the orgasm that was just there … “For coming back