The Exposure (The Submissive 9)

her. “Such a lovely robe.” His fingers trailed along the collar and she shivered. His hands were warm; she’d imagined them cold. “I’ll let you keep it on for now.”

She glanced at the window she knew Luke was watching through, but couldn’t see anything. He was watching, wasn’t he?

Fritz turned around. “Shall we begin?”

She nodded.

“Words, Ms. Bishop. When I ask a question, you are to answer me with words.”

“Yes, Herr Brose.”

“Lovely,” he said, and turned the lights off.

For what seemed an eternity, she stared into the darkness, unable to see anything. Not even a light from under the door. She pulled against her restraints, but she was bound too tightly and couldn’t budge.

A light over her head flickered on and she was momentarily blinded. But he didn’t wait for her eyes to grow used to the light before he began.

“We’ll start easy,” he said. “What is your name?”

“Meagan Bishop.”

“And your occupation?”

“I’m an executive at NNN.”

“Do you enjoy your work?”

“Most days.” She took a deep breath. This wasn’t too bad. It looked a bit scary at first, but this was nothing she couldn’t handle.

“When did you last have sex?”

“Last weekend.”

“How many times did you come?”

“What?”

“Wrong answer.” He moved from the desk into the light and took off his suit jacket, all the while keeping his eyes on her. “Each wrong answer earns a punishment.”

She watched in awe as he rolled up his sleeves. It was his accent, she decided, that made him sound so scary. Fuck, his arm muscles were huge. His hands took the material of her robe and with one jerk, the garment ripped into two pieces, exposing her from neck to waist.

“How many times did you come last weekend?”

“Umm, twice.” She couldn’t remember.

“Four.” The corner of his lip quirked up. “Punishment time.”

He went back to the desk and returned with a riding crop. “Four swats on each breast.”

Fuck no, she almost shouted, but bit back her words. She took a deep breath and waited for him to strike. He surprised her by instead kneeling and cupping her right breast with his free hand. His touch was firm, but gentle and his mouth curved into a smile at the small gasp she couldn’t hold back.

“Such pretty skin.” His fingers lightly danced over the top of her breast.

She swallowed.

His touch grew rougher and he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched it and an electric shock traveled down her body from where his hands were to the space between her legs that ached to be filled. He repeated his actions on her other breast. She held back her moan; she hadn’t thought anything about this setup would have turned her on, but it did.

When she was very nearly writhing in her seat for him to touch her more damn it, he stood and, without waiting, brought the flogger down first on one breast and then the other.

Fuck, that stung.

He rubbed his thumb over both nipples again and then quickly flogged them again. The combination of pleasure and pain made her more aroused than she’d thought possible when she first walked into this room.

Was Luke watching? Did her response to Fritz turn him on? The German Dom repeated his actions, but when he stood for the fourth and last time, she saw his fingers tighten on the handle of the flogger.

As expected, the last strike held no pleasure, only pain, and unlike the others, afterward he didn’t caress her. Instead he took a step back.

“I suggest you take me at my word when I tell you that you don’t want that particular punishment on your pussy.”

She nodded.

“Words, Ms. Bishop.”

“Yes, Herr Brose.”

Satisfied, he turned away and walked back to the desk, put the flogger down, and faced her, leaning his hip on the edge of the desk. “Tell me, Miss Bishop, why are you here?”

“I’m sorry, Sir. Can you elaborate on what you mean? Here in this room, or here at this house?”

“Apologies. Why are you here at this house?”

“Today Luke and I had to finish the photo shoot, Sir.”

“And when you were here last weekend?”

A slight feeling of unease started to creep into Meagan’s body. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly why, but something was off. Once more, she tried looking through the two-way glass. Nothing. For all she knew Luke wasn’t even watching anymore.

“Eyes on me.”

“Yes, Herr Brose. I came over last weekend.”

“Why?”

“Because Luke invited me to dinner.”

“And you stayed all night?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Was this the first time you spent the night?”

“No, Herr Brose.”

The unease she felt earlier began to lessen a bit. From the way it sounded, Luke was interested only in her feelings for him. Nothing more. They would finish this scene, and then she would kick his ass. Honestly. An interrogation scene? To get to the bottom of her feelings? It was almost pathetic.

Some small part of her brain chimed in that Luke was not pathetic or anywhere close to it. There was probably another reason for the interrogation scene. She flexed her hands, urging him mentally to hurry up.

“I’m not going to ask you how many times you’ve spent the night before.”

Meagan sighed in relief. She was afraid that because of the circumstances, her head wasn’t clear enough to correctly determine the number. Fritz watched her intently from his place by the desk. His stare almost made her feel guilty. But what did she have to feel guilty about?

Oh no.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

“Interesting expression, Ms. Bishop.” His eyes momentarily flashed with victory. What was that about?

He pushed away from the desk, taking a ruler with him. He walked toward her slowly, slapping the ruler against his palm as he did so. In the otherwise silent room, the sound resonated. And though she was expecting it, each slap made her jump slightly.

“So skittish.” The ruler slap against his palm again. “Are you starting to figure out why you’re here? Here in this room, that is.”