Tower: A Dark Romance Rapunzel Retelling (Ever After) by Measha Stone

Author:Measha Stone [Stone, Measha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Heart Publications
Published: 2018-09-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Azalea watched the last tear drop to the leather beneath her. Her bottom lip hurt from biting down on it while Peter delivered the fiery strapping. It hadn’t been worse than her first, but he definitely made his point. Having another woman there, watching, hadn’t worsened the experience as she first feared when she realized what Peter meant to do. In fact, having Aubree hold her gave her some comfort.

She slid backward, trying to get her feet on the floor, but he cupped her ass, stilling her.

“Not yet,” he said as he gripped her flesh, his fingertips digging into her sore bottom.

“Peter, I’m sorry.” Maybe an apology would move this along. Her backside hurt, and if she squeezed her legs together she could feel her own arousal collecting. She needed to get away from him and take care of the problem. “I’ll leave you alone while you work.”

He released her but didn’t take his touch away from her. The warmth of his skin on her already-hot bottom sank into her, making her clit tingle.

“Remember last night when I said we’d talk about honesty this morning?” He moved his hand in circles around her ass.

“Yeah, I remember. I didn’t lie to you this morning,” she pointed out, trying to look over her shoulder at him, but all her damn hair was in the way.

“You didn’t exactly answer me, though, either. So, we’re going to work on that, now. I’m going to ask you a question and if you answer honestly, you’ll be rewarded. If you lie, even a tiny bit, I’ll reapply the belt.”

The game sounded easy enough, but so far nothing with Peter had been what it seemed.

“I want to know why, exactly, you tried to stop me from punishing Aubree.” His hand stilled, like he was giving her his full undivided attention.

“Do I have to be hanging upside down for this?” she asked, needing another moment to think before answering.

“Deflection is a form of dishonesty,” he said, and she clenched her ass, waiting for the belt to descend on her again. But it didn’t come. Instead, he helped her back over the couch to her feet and brushed her hair away from her face.

“Get out of these jeans and sweater and climb up on the desk. On all fours,” he directed her. The room must have been used for the purpose of discipline; there was nothing on the desk. No file cabinets, no telephone anywhere. Just a large mahogany desk with one chair and the couch with a coffee table in the room.

She didn’t hesitate to obey him, glad he hadn’t taken the opportunity to strap her again.

Once she climbed up, feeling the unforgiving, cool wood press against her bare knees, she tried to see him again. But he was behind her, his fingers trailing down her spine and over her ass.

“You have a few welts, and I think this one will bruise.” He pressed into the sensitive spot. She hissed at the horrible sensation.

He draped the leather belt over her back and slipped a hand between her clenched thighs.

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