Punished by the Billionaire: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Deep Cover Book 4) by Reed Sophia

Author:Reed, Sophia [Reed, Sophia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

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Cole

Even after everything that happened with Emily, I'd had normal relationships. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Going out to dinner. Talking in the sunshine. Looking up at the night stars.

Some of the girlfriends were with me because they wanted to be with me. We enjoyed each other's company, fell in love or didn't, climbed rocks or read books in bed.

Others expected a billionaire would start every date with a trinket of some sort, maybe diamond earrings, and others were appalled when I suggested charting a plane to fly across the country to catch The Eagles in concert or something like that. Of those who were appalled, some were upset because they objected to flying because of global warming. I heartily applauded that kind of thinking even if it was never the first thing on my mind.

Of the girlfriends who expected diamonds on a regular date, a couple of them were heartily applauded on their bottoms. While I'd never force someone who wasn't mine bought and sold, wasn't mine contractually, or wasn't kidding herself that she "Didn't like that kind of thing", I would certainly teach a lesson to a brat.

So maybe not all my "normal" was normal.

Some of those girlfriends from the so-called normal world had deviant proclivities and some found oral sex abominable.

What set off a contractual relationship clearly in my mind was not having to take feelings into account. It was up to me if I wanted to take a woman to dinner or turn her over my knee. If I wanted to give her a back rub or beat her ass. If I wanted to shout, I could. Berate, belittle, beat. It was about control as much as it was about sex, because watching a woman's ass turn bright, cherry red made me harder than any other kind of porn. Watching her walk across a room toward me, knowing I would be punishing her when she reached me. Watching a woman kneel at my feet. Forcing her to strip.

The other component was that once I owned her, once I'd bought her or she'd signed a contract, disobedience made me angry in proportion to what it was.

Play disobedience upped the stakes. It meant she wanted whatever she was going to get.

Actual disobedience that was rooted in fear – lagging steps, grudging submission – was punished because it had to be, but in a way that said; Look, you can get through this.

Whether or not she'd get through the next session was up in the air.

Annie's disobedience was unacceptable. But truth was, although in our contractual agreement I could shout if I wanted to, could berate, belittle and beat, none of that was going to do any good with Annie. She was impervious to it.

Right now she was mad. Almost as mad as I was.

"Sit down," I said and she glared at me, pacing fast across the pain room. She'd already tried both exits, the one leading back to her room and the one leading outside, despite being naked. I'd had the foresight to lock them.

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