Playing Hard to Master (Masters Unleashed 2)

Moving toward her, he lifted it up. “Don’t like this, huh?”

Gaze on the rug now, trying to look contrite, she shook her head.

“Good. Maybe you’ll learn your lesson, then.” He sat down on the couch then didn’t say anything for a minute.

Too afraid to look at him, she stared at the blue carpet and counted the circles that made up the modern pattern.

“Come here,” he ordered.

She knew enough about Doms by now to win brownie points, so instead of walking, she crawled to him.

When she reached his feet, she looked up at him. There was interest in his gaze, but he seemed to have it firmly under control.

“Who are you now, Sir? The Sultan again? Or are you my professor?”

He frowned. “We’re just me and you. There’s something you should know, Everly. I’m not just the bedroom-only playful Dom. I love bratty subs, but that doesn’t mean I’ll put up with everything. Especially not running away.”

“I panicked.”

“Then I expect you to talk to me about it. You can always safeword. You should know I’m willing to discuss things, that I won’t force you into things you’re afraid of.”

Shame filled her, and

she dropped her gaze to the ground again.

“Look at me.”

Ugh. Did she have to?

A finger came under her chin and he forced her head up. She let her eyes meet his, saw the disappointment there. For all her bratty ways, she didn’t really want to upset him. Her eyes started to water.

“You have to trust your Master.”

She nodded.

“We don’t run away from each other. We talk.”

“Okay.” Her voice trembled. He was right. She should’ve just told him her nipples were sore and she was afraid of the clamps today. Running away was stupid, but it’d been an impulse. She wasn’t used to having a Dom who cared about her feelings so much.

“I’m going to punish you sometimes if I feel like you need it. Do you understand that?”

She nodded.

“I expect you to accept your punishment. If you don’t think you deserve it, we can talk about it. But today, you need to be punished before you get your orgasms.”

Unable to look at him, she stared at the ground again.

“Do you agree you need to be punished?”

Nodding again, she grimaced.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, Master.”

Gently, he pulled her over his lap. She braced herself for the pain the hairbrush would bring, especially on her already sore ass from the hot tub spanking.

He must have noticed her tense, because he smoothed a hand over her sensitive skin and said, “Relax. We’re just going to talk for now.”