Angela jumped when he spoke, but she didn’t look up at him. She most likely wouldn’t unless he told her to.
When she opened her mouth she spoke in Spanish. “My master called on me to be ready, and so I was. I was waiting to be of service…and then…”
A shudder passed over her and she seemed to shrink herself smaller. The sight squeezed at his chest. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. He knew it was necessary to the moment, but it fucking killed him.
“And then what?” he prompted.
“And then…I saw…” her voice went a little raspy with fear. “I saw another servant girl with you.” Colin struggled to understand each word she said as she went on quickly, her voice quaking in Spanish. “And I wanted to be sure my Master knew I was there…if I was needed.”
Heat poured over Colin and his mouth opened, but no sound came out.
She’d seen him with another girl and been jealous.
Holy fucking shite. He hadn’t seen that coming. Something overcame him then—a softness like feathers falling in his chest. He refused to open himself to it. He couldn’t afford to be soft for anyone in his life. Especially not now.
He rubbed his face and then cleared his throat.
“You knew you shouldn’t have come down there. You knew you were breaking your master’s rule.”
Her jaw trembled and she nodded. Part of him was pissed off that she’d been so impulsive, putting them both in this situation. He felt like a right arse for being frustrated at her actions. She’d been driven by emotion, and emotions were dangerous, flimsy things. Look where it had landed them. For that moment, he allowed himself to give in to that feeling of frustration. He would need that mood to get him through what was to come next.
“Stand up and come to me.”
His heart pounded as she stood on shaking legs and walked forward. She still hadn’t lifted her head. With two fingers, Colin motioned her closer until she stood directly between his legs.
“Look at me,” he said on impulse.
When she lifted her eyes and their gazes met he wanted to backpedal, tell her to look away again. It was too intimate. She was too real, too full of emotion. Too close.
“You understand why you’re being punished?” His voice was low.
“Sí, Se?or,” she whispered.
He motioned with his chin toward his leg that was resting partially on the bed.
“Bend over.”
He heard her light breathing go ragged as she reached out and placed her bound hands on the bed, nestling her lower stomach against his thigh. In truth, he was struggling to contain his own breathing. Seeing her splayed out at his mercy sent fucking endorphins marathoning through his body and straight to his head.
She sucked in a breath and tensed when one of his hands rested on her lower back to hold her in place, and the other hand circled the soft, creamy skin at the bottom of one arse cheek. He raised his hand and brought it down with a loud smack. Angela gasped and tensed again. His second slap landed in the same spot on the other side. He methodically worked his way from the bottom up, one side after the other, trying not to hit the same direct spot more than once.
Colin couldn’t deny the primal sense of power he felt dispersing punishment to someone at his mercy. Someone meek and gorgeous who knew he had control and didn’t try to fight it.
Angela was a good, quiet girl for the first ten strikes. She panted and shut her eyes. Her forehead creased in discomfort, but she made no noise.
When the eleventh smack sounded she let out her first whimper. Colin knew it must have hurt, because his hand was stinging. The skin on her arse had blossomed red in response to each strike, and Colin found the series of marks strangely beautiful. But what was even more surprising was the way the twelfth slap elicited a pained moan, and he could have sworn her hips arched against his thigh. As if she were turned on.
He’d been at half-mast the entire spanking, but the feel of her rubbing herself nearly made his cock punch through his shorts. He stretched his hand, flexing his fingers and making a fist several times. And then raised it again.
Smack.
Ah, shit, shit, shit, that hurt!
I was done holding back. I let myself vocalize the pain. Breathing through my teeth like an animal. There just comes a certain point where the body takes over the mind, and I was there. In so many ways.
I was still in blissful shock that Mr. Douglas had stepped up to punish me. Maybe that made him the biggest, dirtiest creeper of all—that he’d volunteered so quickly and eagerly with a possessive passion in his eyes, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was so thankful it was him. And even though I was in pain, it was nothing like the belt beating. Being across Mr. Douglas’s strong lap…knowing it was his hand causing the sensations across my ass…feeling him hardening against my hip…