Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(12)
The breath hitched in her throat when she thought she heard the front door open, and then close again. She stood motionless for what seemed an eternity, trying to decide whether the noise was for real, or just a figment of her overactive imagination. Hunter had only been gone an hour. Surely he wouldn’t return home so soon? It couldn’t be him. Could it?
When she heard the stairs creak, Zo? backed instinctively into the corner of the playroom. Shit. It is Hunter. Did he know she was in here? Holding her breath, she heard his footsteps in the hallway. The sound lessened as he moved further away, and she slowly released the air from her lungs. Fuck, that was close.
Her relief was short-lived when she heard his footsteps return. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. What will he do to me? His shadow drifted under the door, blocking the light from the hall, and she knew he stood motionless on the other side, listening for the slightest sound from her. When she saw the handle slowly begin to turn, her heart spurted adrenaline around her body, initiating a fight-or-flight response.
Hunter had warned her that if he caught her in here, he’d play for real. Zo? sunk down on her haunches hoping to disappear from view. In a state of intense fear, mixed with unmistakable sexual arousal, she awaited her fate.
Chapter Six
Zo?’s wild, frightened eyes stared back from the corner of the playroom as he swung the door wide open. Like an Olympic sprinter, she was hunkered down, ready to make a break for it. His cock doubled in size as he savored her submissive posture.
“My, my, what have we here? Looks to me very much like a naughty girl hoping to get caught, and severely punished. You do remember what I told you about coming in here without my permission? Surely your memory isn’t so poor that you’ve forgotten already.” He could just see her tucking something behind the sawhorse. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing, Hunter. It’s nothing.”
“Stand up.”
When Zo? reluctantly raised herself from her hunched position, he couldn’t take his eyes from her sexy black negligee. His cock hardened further, restrained uncomfortably by his tight leather jeans. Hunter’s gaze took in the delicious swell of her womanly breasts, barely covered by the soft silk. It didn’t take him long to notice her fully aroused nipples, poking enticingly through the thin material.
Maintaining eye contact, Hunter slowly and deliberately pushed the door shut with a resounding thud, and then turned the heavy ornate key in the lock. After holding it up for her to see, he tucked it into the breast pocket of his leather waistcoat. He smiled at her shocked expression. “That’s right, there’s no escape now, Peaches.”
“But, Hunter, I was just curious.”
“Curious, huh?”
He strode across to the bondage table, and rested his ass on the soft leather upholstery. He folded his arms across his chest, waiting patiently for an explanation.
None was forthcoming.
“You’re going nowhere. You’re in my domain now. What I say goes. My word is law. Now show me what you’re hiding behind the sawhorse.” When she didn’t respond, he clapped his hands together, twice in quick succession. The loud noise echoed around the playroom, making her jump. “I demand to see what you’ve hidden.”
Zo? looked startled by his gruff command. Trembling slightly, she retrieved the hidden object from behind the sawhorse. He recognized the bullwhip immediately. It was his most prized tool of correction, and one he’d spent the best part of a year mastering. Now he had the skill and experience to hit the tail of the whip to within an inch of his planned target.
Her hands visibly shook as she held it out to him. “I’m sorry, Hunter. I know you told me not to come in here, but I was so intrigued when I first saw the playroom, I wanted a second look.”
“Ah, Peaches, but you were doing more than just looking, weren’t you? You were touching, too. Did I give you permission to touch?”
The silence in the playroom was deafening. Zo? shuffled awkwardly on the spot, looking for all the world like a naughty schoolgirl being admonished by the principal. Her hands clasped and unclasped nervously in front of her stomach. “I’m sorry, Hunter, but I didn’t think you would be back so soon.”
“So I see. Now you leave me no alternative, but to execute a little correction.”
Hunter allowed his gaze to drift down Zo?’s beautiful silken body once more. Her breasts heaved, rising and falling with nervous anticipation, and her perfect little toes flexed repeatedly. He took the bullwhip from her shaky grasp, and hooked it around her waist. Holding both ends he pulled her hard against him.
Zo? twisted back and forth like a landed fish, digging in her heels, desperately trying to stop him from drawing her closer. “Please, Hunter, I said I was sorry.”
“So you did, but sorry is simply not good enough. It’s no use fighting. Here in the playroom, I’m in charge.” Still sitting on the bondage table, he wrapped his legs tightly around her, corralling her in place.
“But, Hunter.” Still she squirmed, twisting and turning, fighting his authority, trying to prize his legs from around her.
“Carry on wriggling all you like. You won’t escape, I’m far too strong for you.” He stared into her frightened, beautiful green eyes. “Since you seem to be so interested in my bullwhip, as part of your punishment for disobeying me, I’ll give you a demonstration of its power.” Knowing full well that he held her securely between his thighs, Hunter laid the bullwhip to one side.