Chasing Chelsea (Masters of the Castle) by Maren Smith

Author:Maren Smith [Smith, Maren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2014-05-09T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Standing outside Master Marshall’s office, her bottom and sex both aching for more of the attention he had already given her, Chelsea stared at the carpet for a long time in silence. She didn’t think she could handle getting sent up here again, not one more time. Reluctant as she was to admit it—her stomach gave a tiny leap; something that felt a lot like excitement, although she tried to make it feel like dismay—she was going to have to start participating.

But how? What could she do to convince Master Marshall that she was enjoying herself, and yet that wouldn’t get her lost so deep in a—her stomach flip-flopped—a scene that she wound up chained to a dungeon wall being tickled by feathers or locked in an oubliette with a man in a leather mask or…or…or back out in the garden, the cog pin of a daisy-chain orgy. She did not want to end up in an orgy!

Maybe she should start…exploring. Definitely she shouldn’t keep standing here. On the other side of his closed office door, Master Marshall was already delivering his spanking. Not the cane this time. It sounded crisp, sharp, still muffled by the enclosed room, but all Chelsea could match in her mind to make a sound like that was a bare hand on an equally bare bottom. Admittedly, her experiences in this area were limited, but her imagination was more than capable of pulling up images that corresponded exactly with the sounds coming from that room. He wasn’t giving the princess one spank, like he had given her. Oh no, she was getting a lot of them. Chelsea’s bottom grew tenser with each crisp sound. There was yelping now, too. Lots of shrill gasps and cries and probably bare-bottom squirming to dodge his undodgeable palm.

If she was still standing out here when Master Marshall and his latest penitent re-emerged, he’d definitely think something was wrong. He’d probably drag her right back into his office. And then what? What could she say to explain why she was just standing here, listening to him deliver one heck of a thorough spanking while her bottom clenched in sympathy and her stomach performed more acrobatics than a circus trapeze artist. And it certainly wasn’t because she was curious, because she wasn’t that crazy either.

So why hadn’t she left?

Did she want to go back in there? Did she want to get spanked, not just one swat, but like what was happening now? Did she really want Master Marshall to do that…or did she want Kade?

Her breath hitched in her chest, choking her.

“Are you okay?” the butler on the bench behind her asked.

It was the spur Chelsea needed to get moving. That and the shock of sudden silence as the spanking abruptly ceased in the room behind her. Except that it wasn’t really silent at all. The princess was crying, high-pitched gasps and breathy sobs that slowly began to dissolve away beneath the low, soothing tones of masculine comfort being offered. The erotic throb pumped harder, not just in her clit now but in her nipples too.

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