by Ivy Nelson
Isabelle frowned. Was he testing her resolve to be his submissive? Biting her lip, she said, “I agreed to your conditions regarding spanking.”
His gaze turned tender as he picked up her hand. “I just want you to take care of yourself and communicate with me, Isabelle. Is that so hard to understand?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Hunter’s offer was just too good to pass up, and so was yours. Not to mention, Hunter wants to help me finish my degree.”
“The hell he is. I can do that.”
Isabelle giggled and earned a glare from Garrett. “I don’t see what you’re laughing about, Doll. You’re about to get your butt spanked.”
The thought should have sobered her, but she grinned. “You just sound overprotective and jealous of Master Hunter. It makes sense for him to offer because my major in college was hospitality and hotel management. I want to own my own hotel someday.”
Garrett lifted an eyebrow as his eyes widened. “How did I not know this about you?”
“It kind of doesn’t come up at a BDSM club, Sir.”
He shook his head. “We conduct extensive background checks. I knew you went to college. I just didn’t pay attention to your major. I’m sorry, Isabelle.”
She reached for his hand again. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Sir. I, on the other hand, do. I’m sorry for not communicating very well.”
He raised a hand and motioned for the waiter to approach.
“I’m going back to my room. Send up a bottle of red wine and two steak dinners cooked medium, please.”
The waiter nodded. “Absolutely, Mr. Oliver. I’ll call the kitchen and get that started right away.”
Isabelle opened her mouth to protest, but Garrett narrowed his eyes at her. When the waiter left, he said, “If you can honestly tell me that you’ve had three full meals today, you can cancel your order. Otherwise, you’re going to eat and then we’re going to discuss how hard I’m going to spank you.”
When she didn’t open her mouth again, he nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
He slid out of the booth and held his hand out to her.
“You do know the kitchen closed almost an hour ago, right?” she asked as he led her to the elevator.
Garrett shrugged. “I’m paying a lot of money for the penthouse suite, and I tip really fucking well. They don’t mind.”
It was a mentality she would never understand, but she didn’t say anything else.
Inside the suite, one Isabelle hadn’t seen yet, Garrett dropped his bag in the closet and shed his jacket. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room and waited for him to speak.
He loosened his tie and tugged it over his head, discarding it on a nearby table. Stalking toward her, he folded the cuffs until his sleeves were at his elbows.
“I believe you mentioned something about it being hot when I roll my sleeves up,” he said as he reached her.
Unable to help herself, she giggled. “I didn’t exactly mean right before you’re about to spank me, Sir.”
He gave her a half smile as he lifted a hand to cup her cheek. Dipping his head, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, causing her to whimper.
“What time were you supposed to get off?”
“Six, Sir.”
He nodded. “You can spend the night with me then.”
“If that will please you, Sir. I would love to.”
He hummed and lifted his other hand, cupping both sides of her face. “I appreciate you slipping so easily into your submissive role. Don’t think it’s going to get you out of a sore bottom, though.”
She shuddered but nuzzled one cheek into his palm, enjoying the feel of his hands on her. Right now, she didn’t care if it was a spanking she was about to get, she just wanted him to touch her. From the moment he’d walked into the lobby, she’d felt herself getting more and more aroused. Not to mention it had been days since he’d done anything more than kiss her.
He brought his mouth to hers once more, and she whimpered when he nipped at her lip with his teeth.
A knock at the door had him pulling away.
“Go into the bedroom and wait for me, kneeling.”
She scurried to obey while he opened the door for room service.
When the bellhop was gone, Garrett wheeled the cart into the bedroom. The smell of the food made Isabelle’s stomach growl so loud he heard it and glared at her.
“That’s it,” he said. “Stand up and pull your skirt up.”
A twinge of fear shot through her, but she did as he asked. Garrett had only spanked her once, and it was not pleasant.
He abandoned the cart of food and sat on the edge of the bed. “Over my lap, naughty girl.”
“Please don’t. I’m sorry,” she whispered as she went to his side.
“I warned you, Isabelle. Over my lap.”
Accepting her fate, she lay herself across his lap.
His hand fluttered over her panty-clad bottom before he hooked his fingers into the waist and pulled them down.
“Such a pretty bottom,” he murmured.
Without further warning, his hand connected sharply with her right bottom cheek. She winced as his hand landed again on the opposite side.
“I wish we were doing this for fun, Isabelle. I could make you come from a spanking. Instead, you’re making me punish you because you can’t follow simple requests that you take care of yourself.”
As he spoke, his hand fell in rhythmic swats back and forth on each cheek. None of them were overly hard, but they all stung, and the heat was growing as was the pain in her rear.
“This is just a taste of what you have coming,” he said as he finished with six rapid fire slaps to each cheek. “I’ll give you a proper spanking after I’ve fed and fucked you.”
She swallowed as he helped her from his lap.
“Was that so horrible?” he asked as she straightened her clothes.
She nodded and an embarrassing whimper left her lips. “I don’t like feeling like a naughty girl. I want to be a good submissive.”
He smiled tenderly. “Then follow my simple rules, Doll. You’re a very good submissive. I’ve only punished you once since you put my bracelet on.”
He stood and set their meal out on the small table in the bedroom. “Come eat with me and tell me about your day.”
“I would rather hear about yours. It sounds much more interesting than mine.”
He chuckled. “Not as much as you might think. Meetings with the president can be pretty dull.”
“What do you advise him on?”
“Several things. Economic policy is the big one. We’ve been friends for a long time. I was a volunteer on his campaign for senator when I was in high school.”
“How is that possibly less interesting than my day at the warehouse or my parent teacher conference?”
He laughed. “I find everything about you interesting. How did your check-in with the shipping team go? Do you think they fixed the things I asked them to?”
She dug into the delicious steak and felt a bit embarrassed about having not eaten most of the day. She just got so busy it often slipped her mind.
“I think they did. I left my notes on your desk. I’m sure I missed something.”
Garrett frowned. “Have a little confidence in yourself, Doll. If I didn’t trust you to supervise, I wouldn’t have put you in the role.”
She blushed as she took a sip of her wine.
“I don’t like the idea of you working two jobs,” he said, as he stabbed at a piece of asparagus.
“I’m doing what I have to for my family. We’re still paying mom’s medical bills and she’s been dead for almost a decade. Then there’s the credit card debt, my student loans, keeping the girls in clothes. It’s a lot, even with three adults earning money.”
He leaned back in his chair and watched her eat for a minute.
“I’m guessing you’re not open to the idea of me helping to ease the burden.”
She’d been afraid he would ask. It wasn’t that she had such a problem accepting help, but her father and uncle would. They were from a different generation and had been raise to not accept help from anyone.”
“I have a very old-fashioned family and it would offend their pride. They’re not happy about you being in my life to begin with. Before the gala in Dallas, I got an earful from my dad. He said you were going to expect me to sleep with you because of all the generous things you were doing for me. I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was too late for that.”
Garrett gave her a half smile.
“I hope you don’t feel pressured into sleeping with me,” he murmured. “I use my money to solve problems, not lure women into my bed.”
She bit into the asparagus as silence hung between them.
“I definitely don’t feel pressured,” she finally said. “I would think the fact that I held out until I was ready would tell you that.”
He nodded. “That’s one thing I appreciated about you when we met. You were able to explain so eloquently what you were looking for when you join the house submissive program. Your communication was perfect. I think that’s why I’m disappointed that you felt like you had to hide things from me.”
She sighed. “I’m really sorry. How do I make it up to you?”
“Finish your dinner and come to bed with me.”
“What about spanking me?”
He leaned on the table with his elbows. “Oh, I’m still going to spank you, I’m just not telling you when.”
She stuck her bottom lip out. “That’s not fair.”
He chuckled. “It’s punishment, Isabelle.”
With a sigh, she shoveled the last bite of steak into her mouth and drained her wineglass.
Garrett stood and held his hand out. “Come shower with me,” he said, his voice husky.
Her face warmed as she placed her hand in his.
“Can I wash your hair?” she asked, liking the idea of running her hands through his fluffy dark hair.
He shook his head. “Not tonight. Tonight, I’m taking care of you.”
True to his word, Garrett tenderly washed her in the shower, massaging her scalp and shoulders as he did. When she was clean and rinsed, he made her sit on the tiled bench seat at the other end of the shower while he hurried through washing his own hair and body.
It was a glorious body to look at, so Isabelle didn’t mind sitting and watching.
“It’s rude to stare, Miss Alvarado,” he said as he shut off the water and leaned out of the shower for towels.
He handed her one and wrapped the other around his waist before helping her stand.
“It’s not my fault you’re so delicious to stare at, Sir,” she said with a giggle when he took her towel and started drying her off.
“I guess I’ll just have to blindfold you to teach you to be polite,” he said with a wink.
Leading her to the bed, he pushed her to a sitting position on the edge of the mattress, before shoving her onto her back.
“Legs wide, Doll.”
Her body was still slightly damp, and the cool air of the room combined with his piercing gaze had her nipples puckering as she slid her legs open.
Garrett tugged an ottoman over to the edge of the bed and knelt on it between her legs.
Was he about to do what she thought he was about to do? Yep. His head dipped between her thighs and pressed a kiss to her pussy.
She tried to protest, but he gave her a glare and shook his head. “I told you, I’m taking care of you tonight.”
“You don’t have to do…”
He crawled up the bed and hovered above her, resting his hands on either side of her head. “Shut up, Isabelle, and let me make you come. That, or you can have your spanking now.”
His words sent a flood of moisture to her core and she nodded. “Yes, Sir. Shutting up now,” she murmured.
He winked and slid himself back down between her thighs where he wasted no time. She was soon writhing against his mouth as he licked and sucked her until she was pleading for an orgasm. He dipped two long fingers inside her while he sucked her clit into his mouth. When he found just the right spot, she flew over the edge and bucked against his tongue as the orgasm tore through her.
Garrett grabbed a condom from somewhere and rolled it on. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she was still trembling from the orgasm.
“Scoot up on the bed, Doll,” he ordered.
When she was in position, he crawled onto the bed and settled between her legs.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured. “I could look at you all night.”
He shifted and positioned his cock at her opening. She groaned when he breached her and slid deep. He hovered above her, bracing himself against the mattress as he eased out of her again. The motion was lazy, almost teasing, but she could see his arm muscles ripple as he strained to control himself.
“Fuck me, please,” she whimpered.
He grinned and pressed a kiss to her nose. “With pleasure,” he murmured in her ear before raising himself over her again. His hips thrust in a hard fast motion, pounding his cock into her until she was moaning and gasping from the force of it. Their mingled groans and heavy breathing became the soundtrack of their lovemaking as he fucked her hard and fast. It wasn’t long before another orgasm was on the horizon.
It ripped through her without warning, and she felt herself squeeze his cock as it rumbled through her body. His shoulders tensed and he braced himself against her as his own pleasure overtook him.
When he pulled away moments later, he looked as sated as she felt. They didn’t speak as he cleaned them up with a rag and discarded the condom. When he returned, he pulled the covers back and motioned for her to climb in. His arms circled her, and he pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. She fell asleep against him, thinking she’d escaped without the spanking he promised.
Chapter Fourteen
“Isabelle wake up.” Garrett’s breath was warm against her ear as he tried to wake her the next morning.
She sighed and snuggled closer to his warmth. His bare chest pressed against her back.
“Come on, Doll. We have some things to take care of before you leave and it’s almost six.”
He leaned across her and she inhaled his intoxicating scent. A soft click sounded, and a dim light filled the room.
When she blinked her eyes open, she noted Garrett already had his slacks on which meant he’d been up already.
“Sit up.” Slowly the fog faded, and she pushed herself upright on the bed.
“Good morning,” she murmured, her eyes still fluttering against the light.
He kissed her forehead. “We’ll see if you still think that in a few minutes.”
Her heart stuttered when she saw his stern expression, and memories of their conversation the night before came flooding back.
“What time do you need to leave?” he asked, as he took hold of her wrist and tugged until she was sitting next to him.
“I just need to be home by seven-thirty.”
He nodded and glanced at his smart watch. “I’ll see that you’re not late.”
“Are you about to spank me?” she asked, worry filling her voice.
“I am. I know you thought you’d escaped it, but if you remember, I told you I wasn’t telling you when it would happen.”
“But why now? Can’t we do it later?”
He chuckled. “No, sweet Doll. I’m doing it now because maybe starting your day with a sore bottom will help you remember that you’re mine and I expect you to take care of yourself.”
She sighed, knowing she couldn’t argue with him unless she wanted to redefine her limits—and she didn’t, not really. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Then up you go. Stand in the corner over there while I get some things ready.”
Resigned to what was about to happen, she went to the corner and stood. Every sound behind her seemed deafening as he moved about the room. The zip of
a bag, the closet door opening and closing. When his hand touched her shoulder, she jumped.
“Easy, Isabelle. You act like I’m about to beat you bloody. It’s just a spanking,” he said as he turned her around.
“Sorry. I’m just tense.”
He dropped into a straight-back dining table chair he’d brought in from the other room and patted his lap. “Over you go.”
When she was settled across his lap, he began massaging her ass. “I admit, I enjoy seeing a bottom turn nice and red, but I don’t like punishing you and I know how you feel about spanking. I respect how much trust you’re giving me right now and I’m going to do my best to handle that with care. You earned this punishment, though, so I want you to be a good girl and take it without too much complaint.”
Isabelle nodded, embarrassed by how wet his scolding words were making her.
Without another word, he brought his hand down hard on her backside. Tears immediately pricked at her eyes as his hand fell again. This time, there was no break between swats. He peppered her behind with searing swats much harder than the ones he’d administered last night. His big hand covered a lot of her ass in one smack, and it didn’t take long for her entire bottom to burn.
What felt like twenty minutes later, he stopped and said, “That was a sixty-second warm-up. Next you get to feel my paddle and then we’ll be done.”
She wanted to ask how long he was going to use the paddle but didn’t want to risk earning any extra punishment, so she kept her mouth shut.
He leaned down and pulled the paddle from beneath the chair. It was a small wooden implement that looked a bit like a ping-pong paddle.
It disappeared from her view and she tensed, waiting for him to begin. It landed hard on her bottom and she cried out. How were there submissives who actually liked this? She didn’t have time to ponder the answer because another smack landed. The spots he hit seemed to radiate heat, and she felt like her ass might combust. Another swat landed lower, connecting with her upper thigh. Tears pricked at her eyes and she tried her best not to cry, but it was no use. As the tears fell, he began spanking her in the same rapid-fire way he’d done with his hand. Her legs kicked and she gripped the leg of the chair to keep herself from reaching back to stop the offending implement tearing up her backside. It seemed to last forever, but it eventually halted, and he tossed the paddle onto the bed across from them.
