Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

He crouched down and reaching out, grabbed hold of her right nipple, quickly twisting it.

“Ouch! Hey! I used my words.”

He grinned. She was so cute.

“Just testing. That was also a reminder about addressing me properly.”

“I thought that might just be while we were in the club.”

“I’ll certainly require more respect from you when we’re playing at the club. But I also want you to develop good habits. So, you’ll address me as Sir no matter where we’re playing. I’m going to take hold of your hand and help you to stand.”

“Because you’re worried I’ll trip over my own feet? Sir?”

“I don’t want you injuring yourself. Especially with that weak ankle.” He was still thinking about taking her back to see Doc Harper. He didn’t like that it was still swelling up. And he wanted to make certain she really should be off the crutches.

He helped her up and led her towards the bed. “The bed is right in front of you. I want you to crawl onto it and stay on your hands and knees.”

“This might have been easier if you’d put the blindfold on after I got on the bed,” she commented.

Maybe. But this way kept her more on edge. Kept her guessing. And it meant he got to watch her as she climbed up. Her full, pert ass was on display, perfect for what he intended to do to her.

He grabbed the spreader bar. “Push your knees out wide. I’m going to attach the spreader bar. What’s your safeword?”

“Red, Sir.”

“Good. You’ll use it if you really need it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He could tell the position was already helping to put her in a submissive mood. She moved her legs out. Fucking perfect.

“Wider.”

There was a slight hesitation, but she pushed them further apart. Now he could see the lips of her pussy. He cupped her mound, and her moisture coated the palm of his hand. Already turned on.

He grabbed the spreader bar. It had soft cuffs attached to each end. He placed one around her good ankle. She startled a little but didn’t move.

“Good girl,” he murmured to her, liking the pleased little sigh she emitted. “If this cuff irritates your sore ankle, I want you to tell me immediately, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten you told me your ankle was fine when it wasn’t,” he kept his voice low. “There’s going to be added punishment for that.”

“Ooh, goody.”

He smacked his hand down on her ass. Hard.

“Um, I mean, please don’t punish me, Sir.”

He snorted. “You might change your mind about being a brat when I get to the punishment part. I’m not going to go easy on you like I did last night.”

“I don’t think you went easy on me last night.” This time there was a slight note of trepidation in her voice. “I think you hit just the right note of pain.”

“I bet you do. The big difference between last night’s punishment and today’s is last night you got to come.”

“What? I don’t get to come?”

Now he had her attention. He reached for the butt plug, opening the packet, and pulling it out.