Power Reclaimed (D.C. Power Games Book 2)

by Ivy Nelson

  “We’ve got three SUVs in the parking garage downstairs. We’re going to get in one, my men willdrive the other two. We’ll all go the same direction at first, go to another parking garage, and once we make sure nobody has followed us in, we’ll swap cars and all go in different directions. Eventually, we’ll get you to a new hotel.”

  They didn’t check out of the hotel, Michael had arranged for them to stay in the registration system for a couple more days in case someone was watching them electronically.

  It all seemed like overkill to her but she decided not to voice that. After threatening phone calls, being picked up by Homeland, and bugs in her house, she wasn’t going to argue with the men trying to keep her safe.

  As they went on their wild goose chase, Michael kept his arm around her, stroking her shoulder or neck from time to time. Occasionally planting soft kisses on the top of her head. Having him here kept the fear at bay and she was grateful. She hated being afraid of things. Especially unknown things.

  The new hotel only had a onebedroom suite available. Adara didn’t mind, but she wasn’t going to tell Michael that. She just smiled and nodded when he offered to sleep on the couch. Peter escorted them to their new room and made sure they were settled before he left.

  He offered to park one of his men outside on surveillance and Michael accepted.

  “Carrie is digging as fast as she can and so am I, Sweetheart,” Peter said before leaving. “She’s on a mission so I’m not even going to try to convince her to go to bed, I’ll just bring her more coffee.”

  Adara laughed. “Tell her thank you for me.”

  When Peter was gone, nerves overtook Adara again. How was this going to go? It was after three in the morning but she wasn’t sleepy.

  Hamilton sniffed around the room before finally curling up in the bed she had set up for him in the corner of the room. It occurred to her that whatever was about to happen might freak him out.

  Inhaling deeply, she turned and asked, “Now what?”

  “How do you want this to go down, Angel?”

  “What do you mean? Isn’t that up to you?”

  “It can be. I’m asking if you want to negotiate exactly what I do to you. Or, do you want me to just treat you the way I would any other submissive? It’s up to you.”

  This conversation was making her nervous, but to her irritation, or perhaps delight, it was also turning her on. She couldn’t imagine trying to negotiate every detail of whatever was about to happen.

  “I think for it to be a fair wager, you should handle this however you would with any other submissive. The point is to prove whether I’ll enjoy that right?”

  “You’re right, but I do expect a lot from the submissives I play with. I won’t lie about that. I’m not planning to throw you in the deep end or anything but I don’t want to shock you too much.”

  “I trust you Michael.” It dawned on her then that she meant that completely and it calmed some of her nerves. “Pretend I’m a newer submissive you are correcting for the first time.”

  Had she really just said that? Yep, and there was no way she was backing down now.

  “OK then. Until I say otherwise, I expect you to address me as Sir. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” It came out as a whisper, but the grin that spread across his face told her she was doing just fine.

  “Good girl.” He closed the distance between them and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close. “Now, I want you to go in the bedroom, take off your pants and lower your panties to your knees. Then, you’re going to stand in the corner with your hands on your head until I tell you to come out. While you’re standing there, I want you to think about why this is happening. Any questions?”

  Eyes wide, she stared at him and shook her head. “Good. Off you go then, Angel.”

  Was she really about to do this? Apparently so, because she heard herself say, “Yes Sir,” before she turned and walked to the bedroom. Michael on the other hand sat on the couch and watched her walk away.

  In the bedroom, her hands shook as she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off. Next, she slid her panties down to her knees. She was shocked to find them damp. Damn it. She was definitely going to lose. But she felt like deep in the recesses of her mind, she had known that from the beginning and that’s why she’d made the bet to begin with.

  As she moved to the corner and placed her hands on her head, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears, her face was flushed and her pussy tingled. The cool air of the room caused goosebumps to prickle her skin. This was insane. Wasn’t it?

  It seemed like forever before Michael came into the room. The sound of his jeans rustling as he moved toward her sent her heart racing.

  When he spoke, she jumped. “You have the sexiest ass. It’s too bad I’m about to have to spank it. Well, too bad for you anyway. I’m certainly going to enjoy it.”

  His handssettled onto her waist and he planted a kiss on the back of her neck. “You look incredible like this Angel. But, in the future, if I send you to the corner, spread your legs like this.” He nudged her legs apart with his knee. She fought the urge to whimper as the action sent a flood of heat rushing between her legs, despite the cool air. “And keep your elbows back and straight like this.” His hands slid up her torso to her elbows where he straightened them to his liking.

  “Mmm. Better. So sexy.”

  The whimper she had been holding in escaped.

  “What is it Angel? Losing our bet already?”

  She shook her head vigorously. Determined not to let him win that easily.

  He chuckled. “We’ll see. Tell me why you’re here angel.”

  “Because I wouldn’t listen to you and I flipped you off,” she whispered.

  “Sir,” he prodded.

  “Sir,” she repeated. “Sorry.”

  “I’ll let it slide. You’re learning. It’s not just because you didn’t listen, or because you flipped me off. Though that’s not a nice thing to do. By not listening to me, you put yourself in danger. I don’t allow my submissives to knowingly put themselves in danger. Is that clear?”

  “Yes Sir,” she whispered.

  “Excuse me? I can’t hear you Angel.”

  Damn it. Why was he making her talk louder? It unnerved her to hear her own voice.

  “I’m waiting.”

  “Yes Sir,” she repeated, louder this time. Hearing herself made her cringe, and she brought her elbows in as if to hide her face.

  “Back in place Angel. No need to be embarrassed. I think you sound sexy calling me Sir.”

  He walked away from her and she could hear him moving things around. She wanted to turn her head and see what he was up to, but she also wanted to play this game by his rules for now. Just to see where it would lead. So she stayed where she was and tried to calm her racing heart.

  “Come here, Angel,” he said a few minutes later.

  Her arms were starting to ache, so she was grateful for the chance to lower them. Sucking in a deep breath, she turned around. He was standing near the bed and on it, were several items. They all looked wicked right this moment. How had he gotten those here? Did he travel with them in his suitcase?

  The question must have been visible on her face because he answered it. “I may have asked Peter if I could borrow a few things when I called him earlier. He brought them with him, you just didn’t notice.”

  Sneaky bastard, she thought. Best not say that out loud.

  She was standing in front of him now and he trailed a finger down her cheek.

  “So beautiful. Lose the panties.”

  She let them drop the rest of the way to the floor and stepped out of them.

  “Good girl.” He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged her hand so she followed. “Come sit on my lap andlet’s talk for a minute.” Talking made her nervous, but she did as he asked and settled onto his lap where he snaked his arms around her. “How are you doing?”

  “I’m OK, Sir. Just nervous.”

/>   “Understandable. Let’s talk safewords. What should yours be?”

  “I’ve never given it any thought. What do you want it to be?”

  “The universal safeword is red. But I also like to give the option of choosing a word that means something to you. Something you’ll remember in the heat of the moment should you decide you want things to stop.”

  “I think red is fine. It is my favorite color after all.”

  He grinned. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He gave her a nudge indicating he wanted her to stand.

  “Now then Miss Kent, I believe we have some disrespectful behavior to deal with and a wager to settle. The wager was for two orgasms as a result of punishment correct?”

  She nodded. “Yes Sir. I’m sorry for not listening to you tonight.” She was genuinely contrite now that she’d had time to think about it.

  He tapped the end of her nose, “Ah. Now you see the benefits of time in the corner don’t you?”

  “Is that what that was for? I didn’t like it but that makes sense now.”

  His pleasure with her was evident in his grin and she relaxed under his gaze.

  “Good girl. Over my lap. Time for your spanking.”

  As she lowered herself across his denim clad lap, her breathing became somewhat erratic as nerves overtook her once again.

  “Steady, Angel. Remember your safeword. All of this stops the instant you’ve had enough. I’ll ask you to give it a chance, but don’t push yourself to enjoy something you aren’t enjoying is that clear?”

  Her voice trembled as she said, “Yes Sir.” This was it, there was no turning back now.

  His hand caressed her ass gently, and he spoke in a low tone as he explored her curves.

  “As a submissive, it’s your role to listen to me. Did you do that tonight?”

  No Sir.” She whispered.

  His hand raised and landed again on her left cheek. Not terribly hard, but hard enough to sting.

  “Was I asking for something outrageous, Angel?”

  “No Sir.” Was he going to interrogate her the entire time? It was unnerving. His hand landed again, harder this time in the same spot. She squirmed.

  “Be still. Why did you flip me off and hang up on me, Angel?”

  She didn’t answer. Three swats landed in quick succession on her right cheek. She cried out in surprise.

  “I asked you a question.”

  “Because you pissed me off with your bossy tone.”

  “Hmmm.” He rubbed the sore spot on her ass. “What’s the proper reaction when you’re pissed at me?”

  “Suck it up?” she asked. Genuinely unsure.

  The deep rumble of his laughter shook her as she lay across his lap. “As much as I would love for that to be the answer, it’s not. If you’re angry with me, tell me. Give me a chance to explain. Don’t act disrespectfully.”

  “OK. I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  “I can tell you mean that, Angel. But you’re still getting a nice long spanking.” He patted her bottom gently. “I think we’ve talked enough.” And just like that, he was done talking. His hand landed on her ass over and over again causing her to squirm and whimper. None of the smacks were unbearably painful on their own, but the sting in her ass began to build and to her surprise, so did the ache between her legs.

  Every twenty smacks or so, he would stop and caress her ass gently. His fingers would trail between her legs in soft flutters that nearly drove her over the edge. Her competitive streak kicked in and she did her best not to fall over that ledge into an orgasm. After the fourth round of spanks followed by caresses, he chuckled. “I can tell what you’re doing, Angel. Don’t fight it. You know you’re enjoying having your naughty bottom spanked.” His fingers were fluttering over her clit and as he spoke, he increased the pressure there.

  A moan escaped her lips. The combination of his words and gentle fingers brought her to the brink, and she nearly toppled over but he stopped her before she could fall and the spanking started again. Why did him calling her bottom naughty send such a rush of pleasure through her? It was embarrassing. Here she was being spanked like a disobedient child, complete with scolding, and she was on the brink of orgasm.

  With his boot, he kicked her legs wider apart exposing her pussy to the open air. She cried out in shock when he landed a spank directly on her delicate folds. One more smack there was her undoing. She fell over the edge and cried out as she came hard.

  She felt Michael’s erection grow beneath her as she rode the wave of the orgasm.

  “That was almost too easy, Angel. Let’s move on to something more intense shall we?”

  “That was pretty fucking intense,” she muttered.

  His hand landed hard on her ass and she yelped.

  “What was that?” he asked sternly.

  “I meant yes Sir,” she whimpered.

  He laughed. “No you didn’t but I’ll let it slide.”

  He picked up a wooden backed hairbrush from beside him. “I know I sound like a broken record but just remember this stops when you say so.”

  “I appreciate the reminders Sir.”

  “Mmm. I like hearing you call me Sir, Angel.”

  There was no way she was admitting out loud that it gave her a thrill to call him Sir. She didn’t fully understand it but she was definitely enjoying this.

  He rubbed the brush over her well warmed ass. Flipping it over, he dragged the bristles across her sensitive skin and raked it over her pussy. She gasped, still throbbing from her recent orgasm.

  “I think you’re learning your lesson well, Angel. This is just to drive my point home.” With that, he brought the brush down hard on her ass. It stung, and she wanted to curse but she bit her tongue because the sting faded to a warm tingle of pleasure that shot straight to her clit. She wasn’t sure how many of these she could take but she wanted to find out. The brush landed on the opposite cheek this time, equally hard. She couldn’t hold back the curse.

  “God fucking damn it,” she cried.

  Such language,” he tisked as he rubbed the sting away. Her body was thrumming with need again and she was already seeking the second orgasm. There definitely wasn’t a spa day in her future.

  “Curse like that again while I’m spanking you and I’ll stick a bar of soap in your mouth.” She gasped. He wouldn’t. Would he?

  She didn’t want to find out.

  The brush landed twice in quick succession. She had to literally bite her tongue to keep the expletive from escaping. They would have to negotiate the no cursing rule for future punishments. What the fuck? Why was she thinking ahead to future punishments? Surely that wasn’t a normal reaction. There wasn’t time to give it further thought, because the brush landed again, and again, and didn’t stop. Tears pricked at her eyes as she cried out. It hurt, but her pussy was throbbing as if she might come any second. Just when she thought the pain might be unbearable, he stopped and shoved the handle of the brush between her legs. The instant the handle brushed her clit, she was a goner. As the orgasm ripped through her she cried out in pleasure. Michael groaned, threw the brush down and jerked her up to straddle his lap. His hands dove into her hair and he kissed her hard.

  “Damn it Adara. That was hot,” he said when he broke their kiss.

  Though she agreed, she still didn’t like losing.

  “I guess that means I don’t get my spa day,” she said as she rested her head on his chest.

  He lifted her head to look him in the eye and grinned. “I think you’ll enjoy being mine for a week more than a spa day anyway.” She scowled but didn’t mean it.

  “Since I’m nothing if not a gentleman, I’ll give you an out. If you didn’t enjoy that enough to experience more of itthan you can imagine for the next week, just say so and I’ll find you the best spa in town.”

  “I don’t like to lose, but I’m not a sore loser.” She giggled. “Well, OK, I am sore, but you won our bet fair and square. I won’t lie, I’m nervous though.”


  His arms circled her waist.

  “What exactly are you nervous about?”

  “Everything. Not living up to your expectations. The serious of this. Everything I’ve read and the relationships I’ve witnessed tell me that submission isn’t just a fun sex game. I don’t want to disappoint you and I want to treat it with the seriousness it deserves.”

  “I promise you, Angel. You’re not going to disappoint me. The fact that you understand that about submission tells me you’re going to do just fine. Ultimately though, this is a game we are playing with each other. I’m not going to turn into some power hungry oaf just because I won our bet. Not much will change. I expect obedience, respect, and honest communication from you. The latter two of which you’ll also get from me.”

  A yawn escaped her despite her attempts to hold it back.

  “Come on Angel. Let’s go to bed.”

  “I guess this means you’re not sleeping on the couch?”

  A grin slowly spread across his face. “I hope I’m not, but me winning doesn’t change my consent practices. If you don’t want to share a bed with me you don’t have to.”

  That surprised and delighted her. “I just kind of assumed you would insist on sharing a bed with me.”

  “Oh I want to, but I told you, I’m a gentleman. So what do you say Angel, can I share a bed with you?”

  “Of course,” she said as she stood from his lap.

  A flash of disapproval filled his eyes, and he pulled her back to him. His hand landed hard on her still bare bottom.

  “Try again, Angel.”

  “Yes Sir,” she whimpered as she rubbed the stinging spot.

  “Better, now take off your sweater and get in bed.”

  “Bed sounds fun,” she said with a grin and she pulled her sweater over her head.

  “For sleep silly girl. It’s after four in the morning.”

  Though she was disappointed, he was right. They needed sleep.

  She discarded her bra along with her sweater and climbed into the king sized bed. Appreciation of the male form filled her as she watched Michael strip out of his jeans, boxer briefs, and button down. His muscular body was delicious to look at. The erection he was sporting wasn’t a bad sight either.