Ravyn blinked her eyes to clear the tears away. “Stop it, Zane.”
“You told me you thought Dolman had your father killed. Why do you believe that?”
Ravyn tried to stand up, but Zane grasped her wrist and kept her seated.
“Dolman already had you and the business. Why kill your father when he was already dying?”
A heavy mug hit the table, drawing everyone’s attention to Nate. “That’s enough. You’re badgering the witness.”
“Stay out of this, Nate.” Zane turned back to Ravyn. “Answer the question. What did Dolman have to gain by killing your father?”
“Zane—”
“Do you know what I think, princess? I think Dolman and Mendez were holding you hostage in Colombia and your father had either threatened to go to the police or had gone to the police. Maybe he talked to the wrong people and that’s why he was killed.”
The sound of a chair tipping over and hitting the floor drew Zane’s attention back to Nate.
“I said that’s enough.” Nate’s voice was deep, the words grated out as he stood up. “In case you haven’t noticed, your woman is in tears.”
Zane stood up, his eyes level with Nate’s. “She’s not my woman. If she was, she would have known not to come here without me.”
Nate moved behind Ravyn. “Are you sure she’s not your woman?”
“Absolutely positive.” Zane waited to see what Nate’s next move would be. The guy was the same height as him, but big, like a moving mountain, all hard muscle and sharp lines. The scars on his face pulled the right side of his mouth up in a permanent smile, but it was the look in his narrowed blue eyes that revealed what he was really thinking. This wasn’t the kind of guy any sane man wanted to tangle with, but Zane wasn’t sure he was in his right mind, so he refused to back down.
“In that case, Ravyn, I’m offering you my protection.” Nate put his hand on Ravyn’s shoulder.
Zane knocked his hand away, then slid his hand around Ravyn’s neck in a show of possession. “Fuck off, Nate.”
“I’m asking you one last time—is this your woman?”
Ravyn shoved Zane’s hand away and stood up between the two combatants. “Thank you, Nate, but I’m not his woman. He thinks I’m a criminal, and he’s trying to protect his family.” She glanced at Zane. “I’m ready to leave.”
Marisol and Thor returned from the dance floor just as Ravyn finished speaking. Marisol moved to Ravyn’s side and grabbed her hand. “If you’re leaving then I’ll come with you.”
Ravyn shook her head. “No, but thanks for offering, Marisol.” She turned to Zane. “I’ll get my things and meet you in the entrance.”
“You don’t have to go with him if you don’t want to,” Cassie managed to say before Luc covered her mouth.
Ravyn sent Cassie a trembling smile, then hugged Marisol. “Zane and I have some talking to do, and we might as well get it over with tonight.”
* * * *
Zane drove toward the ranch, his mind on the woman sitting beside him. He didn’t know what he was going to do. He’d intended to see her tonight and force her to tell him the truth, but all he really wanted to do was take her to his bed. The red-and-black corset she wore outlined every curve of her lush body and forced her breasts up into a mouthwatering display. He wanted to pull them from the cloth concealing them and play with them. He wanted to pinch, then suck on them, then clamp them and watch her passion grow.
The questions he wanted to ask her disappeared from his mind. All he could think of was how beautiful she would look draped across the bed in the playroom, surrendering to him, with her legs spread and her cunt and ass offered to him.
As soon as he parked the car, he released his seatbelt, then ran his hands over his face and looked at her. She turned to face him and he couldn’t bear the fact that he’d caused the look of fear on her face. Knowing what he knew now about her father and ex-husband, he had to wonder just who, if anyone, had ever protected and cherished Ravyn. What had she been like as a little girl? Dolman had moved into her home when she was a child. Had he threatened her even then? Had she had to hide from him in her own home? The way he and his brothers had hidden from their mother when she’d gone out and gotten drunk then returned home angry and out of control?
“Did Dolman scare you when you were a little girl?”
Ravyn bit her lip, then looked down.
“Answer me, pet.”
“He—he was odd. When we would go to Boston to see my grandfather, Charles would always show up. I don’t think my mother liked him.”
“What else did he do?” Zane asked, then saw her clench her fists on her lap.
“He insisted on keeping my mother’s portrait in my father’s study. I wanted to move it to my sitting room, but he refused to let me.”
Zane was surprised. “The portrait in the study is of your mother? I thought it was you.”
Ravyn shook her head. “No. I look a lot like my mother. Charles used to call me by her name when he tried to vis—”
Zane saw the muscles in Ravyn’s neck spasm as she swallowed, then looked away, and her hair slid forward and hid her face from him. “When he what?” he asked, then felt rage sweep through him as he put more of the puzzle pieces together that made up Ravyn’s life. “He used to visit your room? Is that what you were going to say, Ravyn?” He reached out and released her seatbelt, then pulled her onto his lap. “Baby, how old were you?”
“Zane.” Ravyn felt tears flood her eyes. “Don’t.”
Zane held her tighter. In that moment, he wanted to kill Dolman. “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He kissed her cheek and held her while he tried to rein in his temper.
Ravyn trembled, then rested her head on his shoulder. “I was thirteen. He came to my room. He scared me. Our housekeeper, Ms. Clark, came in with clean sheets for my bed and he let me go then left. She told me to lock my bedroom door from then on. I did, but he would still try to get me to open the door. Sometimes he would corner me in other rooms in the house and hug me or try to kiss me. I learned to hide out in the kitchen with Ms. Clark after he moved in with my father and me. He hated her because she protected me and the first thing he did after my father’s death was fire her when we returned from Colombia.”
Zane felt Ravyn tremble and he knew it was because she’d brought the conversation back around to Colombia. He could jump in now and question her again, but somehow he just couldn’t do that. Cade wasn’t the only one losing his edge. All he wanted to do tonight was hold her. “It’s okay. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He kissed her and she slid her arms around him, almost in a stranglehold.
“I love you, Zane. No matter what happens, I want you to know that I love you.”
Before he could ask her what she thought might happen, her lips slid across his. He caught them and deepened the kiss. She tasted like a combination of the wine she’d been drinking earlier and his woman. He’d lied to Nate when he’d said she wasn’t his woman. She belonged to him and it scared the hell out of him. The justice system was something he believed in wholeheartedly, but if it came down to her or his job, he would have to give her the benefit of the doubt. He would talk to his brothers and Thor in the morning and then make sure Ravyn understood that he would protect her from her ex-husband’s accusations. But tonight he was going to make sure she understood that she belonged to him and from now on, he was in charge.
He threw open the car door and carried her into the house and up the stairs. At the top he hesitated. Which way? Right to his room, or up the stairs to the playroom? He looked at her and saw she was waiting for him to decide. He smiled at her, then dropped the vanilla facade he wore most of the time, revealing his true character. Her eyes dilated, and he knew he’d made the right decision as he took the first step to the third floor.
The door swung open. “If we go in here, I’m going to expect you to not only submit to me but be my full-time slave. Are you willing to do that?”
Zane smiled and held her closer. “I know your limits. Have any of them changed?”
Ravyn ran her hands over his neck. “No, Master.”
“Your safe word is guilty. Do you understand?”
Ravyn smiled, then looked down. “Thank you. I understand.”
Zane stepped across the threshold, then set her on her feet and flicked on the light. He kicked the door shut and they were alone and surrounded by an almost unlimited choice of objects for sexual gratification.
Ravyn toured the room, trailing her hand over the spanking bench then the St. Andrew’s cross. She stopped by the medical exam table and smiled at him.
One dark brow flicked up as he shook his head, then opened the doors on a large armoire and chose an outfit for her. “Go behind the screen and put this on. Fix your hair appropriately, young lady, then I want you to join me. Do you understand?”
Ravyn held the outfit up, then smiled. “Yes, Master.”
Zane chose a few more items from the cabinet, then took a seat behind the large desk and arranged them in front of him while he waited. He wanted her to see them and feel anxious arousal. He could hardly wait to see her. This was his favorite fantasy and he’d never played it out with another sub. He’d saved this one for someone special. For Ravyn.
When she stepped into view, the zipper on his dress slacks bit into his cock. The sheer white blouse revealed the color of her nipples and the extremely short plaid skirt barely covered her ass. Her slender legs were incased in white stockings that ended mid-thigh, and she wore Oxford loafers on her feet with four-inch heels. Her hair was in a long ponytail down her back with a black velvet ribbon at her nape. He left her standing until she shifted, then he frowned. “Stand in front of my desk, young lady.”
Ravyn moved to the spot he pointed to, then looked down at his hands and the items arranged in a straight line between them. She glanced at him, then back down at the items.
“Do you know why you’ve been sent to my office, young lady?”
“No, Headmaster.”
Zane frowned. “You will address me as Sir, and lying will only earn you more swats. Now, tell me why you’re in my office today.”
Ravyn looked at him, then said, “Because I got caught kissing Johnny behind the bleachers, Sir.”
Zane frowned. “Because you got caught? Do you believe it’s okay to kiss Johnny as long as you don’t get caught doing it?”
“No, Sir, I meant I was kissing Johnny.” Ravyn clasped her hands together in front of her.
Zane saw her knuckles turn white. Good, he thought, she’s getting caught up in the game. “So, you were caught skipping a class and making out with Johnny? Is that correct?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I suspect if you’ve kissed Johnny then you’ve kissed other boys as well. Probably the entire football team?”
“No, Sir, only Johnny.”
“I see.” Zane tapped the desk, drawing her eyes back to the objects. “How many times have you fooled around with Johnny?”
“Four times, Sir.”
“Has he touched your breasts?”
Ravyn nodded but kept her eyes down.
“Answer me.” Zane made his voice stern. “Has Johnny touched your breasts?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I see. Has he played with your nipples? Has he sucked on them?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Has he touched your pussy?”
Ravyn blushed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Has he fingered you?”
Ravyn blushed. “Only a little, Sir.”
“Only a little?” he asked. “What do you mean by that?”
“I only let him put one finger inside me, Sir.”
“I see. Has he played with your clit and given you an orgasm?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did Johnny touch your ass?”
Ravyn shook her head and the ponytail brushed over her back, giving her goose bumps and her nipples hardened. “Oh, no, Sir, I would never, ever let him do that.”
“I see.” He rubbed his chin. “We have a very strict policy at this school about students and their behavior. Are you aware of it?”
“No, Sir, I’m new. I just transferred in last week.”
“A week and you’re already causing trouble. I’m afraid your punishment is going to be quite severe.” He pointed to the items on his desk. “Name these as I point to them.”
Ravyn watched him point to the first object. “A wooden ruler.” He pointed to another object and she licked her lips, then swallowed. “I don’t know what that is, Sir.”
Zane smiled, then held the object up. “This is a butt plug.” She followed his movements as he picked up the last object. “This is lube. Do you know what I’m going to do with them, young lady?”
Ravyn shook her head. “No, Sir.”
Zane chuckled and held up the lube. “I’m going to spread this lube all over your tight little asshole. Then, I’m going to finger it and make sure to get you nice and slick before I slide this”—he held up the plug—“into you.” He put the two objects down and pointed to the last object. “What is this?”
“A condom, Sir.”
Zane nodded. “There’s a stool by the wall. Fetch it and place it in front of my desk. Then I want you to face away from me, lift your skirt and bend over the stool. I want you to spread your legs and then reach back and pull your cheeks apart so I can see your pussy and ass. Do it now, young lady.”
Ravyn slowly walked over to the stool and pulled it across the room. She stood between it and the desk, then inched her short skirt up to her waist.
“Tuck the hem into your waistband, young lady. I don’t want any mishaps blocking my view.” He settled back in the chair and stretched out his legs, then unzipped his pants. His cock was killing him and he felt as if it would have the impression of the zipper teeth on it for days. He saw Ravyn glance over her shoulder and assumed she’d heard the hiss of the zipper being lowered. “Did I give you permission to look at me?”
“No, Sir.”
“That’s five more swats with the ruler. Now, get to it and bend over. I’m waiting.”
Ravyn lifted the skirt, tucked it into the waistband, then bent over the stool and walked her feet out until they were far apart.
Zane watched her slide her hands down her hips, then over her ass cheeks. Her fingertips disappeared between the rounded globes, then she spread them and he sucked in a deep breath. Damn, he thought, as he stroked his hand up and down his cock. She has a great ass. It was heart-shaped and rounded in all the right places. High and tight, and her hole was perfect, tight and puckered, and he knew he was going to have to fight for control if he ever got into it.
“Pull those sweet cheeks as far apart as you can,” he said, his voice tight but demanding. He saw the distance increase and waited for a moment before asking, “So, you’ve never had a finger in your ass?”
“No, Sir.” Ravyn’s voice was muffled from her head hanging upside down over the stool and her weight on her belly.
“We’ll have to do something about that. We’ll begin stretching your hole today so I can get my cock into it. We can’t have students running around breaking the rules without getting the appropriate discipline.” He stood up, shrugged out of his clothes, then picked up the ruler and tapped it against his palm as he moved around the desk. “I believe you’ve earned twenty swats. Move your hands now.”
Ravyn dropped her hands to the bottom rail of the stool and gripped it as he stepped up beside her. He ran his hand over her back then down over her bottom. “Be still now, young lady, and I expect you to keep count for me. If you miss one, we’ll have to start over.” He rubbed the ruler over her ass, first up and down, then in circles. “Here we go.”
He swatted her, once on each cheek, then again on each cheek. A pink mark about an inch wide appeared on her ass and his cock jumped and grew harder as a drop of pre-cum appeared on the head.
Ravyn let go of the rail and began to reach behind her then put her hands back and said, “One, two, three, four Sir.”
Zane swatted her four more times, and then rubbed his hands over her pink-striped bottom as she counted out the swats.
“Five, six, seven, eight, Sir.”
He gave her four more.
“Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, Sir.”
He moved in front of her and ran his hand up and down his cock. She looked up at him and licked her lips.
“Do you know the proper way to suck cock?”
“No, Sir, but I’m a fast learner.”
Zane slid the ruler beneath her chin. “I just bet you are, you naughty girl. You’ll have to earn the right to suck my cock and swallow my cum.” He moved back into position, then swatted her ass four more times.
“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, Sir.” The tears glazing her eyes made her voice husky.
Zane laid the ruler on her back, then rubbed his hand over her ass and held his palms against it, sealing in the heat, and she wiggled. He slid his fingers between her legs and swirled his fingers in the moisture he found there. “You’re enjoying this even though it’s meant as a punishment.” He picked up the ruler and swatted her four more times, then tossed it on his desk and squatted down and looked into her eyes. He tutted, then shook his head. “What am I going to do with you? I can’t have you telling the other students you enjoyed your punishment, now, can I?”
“I’m not enjoying it, Sir, really, I’m not.” Ravyn sniffled.
Zane smiled, then reached over and ran his fingers between her legs, then held them up where she could see them before he rubbed them over her lips. He kissed her and hummed his approval as he tasted how sweet she was, like honey. He slid his lips away from hers, then smiled, stood, picked up the ruler and swatted her five times. “No lying allowed, young lady. You better remember that or your bottom is going to be a lot redder before the night is through. Do you understand?”
Ravyn sniffled again, then ran her hand over her face. “Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent.” Zane picked up the butt plug, then disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. When he returned, he picked up the tube of lube, then squatted down behind Ravyn. He tapped her left hand. “Hold this, and don’t drop it.” He waited until she had a grip on the plug, then he let it go and flipped the cap of the tube open and squeezed out a generous amount. It ran down her ass crack and she wiggled, and he smiled. “Cold, huh?”
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