Working Out the Kinks (Chain) (5 page)

It was his turn to take me all in and give my body the once-over.

He tilted his head just slightly and wet his lips.

“Do you normally dress like this when you visit a stranger’s home?” he asked me as he stepped aside to let me in.

I looked down at my outfit and frowned.

“I thought this would be all right,” I replied quietly then looked up to glance around the room. I was standing in his living room, a large and spacious place with dark wood floors and leather furniture. There was a flat-screen television mounted on the wall next to me. Paintings, expensive-looking ones, dotted the area. Further away there was a baby grand piano in the corner. Everything matched, even Eric.

A cold hand wrapped softly around my neck.

“I didn’t say you could speak, Alexandra,” he whispered against my hair.

I had to remind myself to be careful now. Everything I did had the potential to be criticized and even punished.

Or rewarded, if I played my cards right.

Instead of apologizing, I remained quiet and allowed him to squeeze my neck tighter. It wasn’t cutting off my circulation, but it was definitely enough to show me he was in control.

“And you look nice,” he finished, causing me to smile.

The pressure of his hand released, and he walked around me to take a seat in the plush chair next to the couch. He looked like a king on a throne, sitting with his hand on his thigh and the other motioning for me to near.

“You may sit on the floor here.”

I moved to stand in front of him, between his legs, and then slid down to kneel. Though I was afraid to look, I felt Eric’s eyes stay on me as I situated myself.

“Lean forward and raise your ass up in the air.”

I did as he wanted and rested my weight onto my elbows. My dress slid up my thighs and exposed my bare body to him. In this position, I was completely vulnerable.

“Look up at me.”

My gaze was on his before he finished the words.

“This is how you will come to me from now on unless I tell you otherwise. This is your resting position. From here, you may look at me and speak to me if you need to, but you will always address with me respect. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand, Sir.”

Eric leaned forward and tilted my chin high enough so our faces were inches apart. He studied me, just as he had done in the examination room.

“If you need things to slow down or tell me to use caution, the word you call is ‘yellow.’ If you need things to stop for any reason, your word is ‘red.’ When I hear that, no matter what is happening, I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said while lowering my eyes.

“Are you thinking of Whitney right now?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered.

“And what are you thinking about that involves her?”

I bit my lower lip, a habit I had formed when I didn’t want to speak.

“I’m wondering how you treated her…”

Eric lifted one brow.

“…Sir.”

He stood and walked away from my sight. The lights dimmed all of a sudden, and then I felt Eric return, crouching behind me. Softly, he touched me from behind, letting his hand linger on my exposed backside. He started to rub my skin, and I felt myself relax.

“Perhaps Whitney likes what I do to her. Did you ever think of that?”

“Obviously I have.”

Smack!

His hand slapped my ass hard, causing me to yelp and stumble slightly forward. I corrected my stance and turned to look over my shoulder at him. Eric was watching me, testing me to see if I would break.

“You won’t be warned again, Alexandra. Behave.”

I looked away and shut my eyes.

Don’t be a smartass.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

He leaned over me and brushed my hair off my shoulder. Eric kissed my shoulder and it caused a shudder.

He spanked me again, harder this time, and squeezed my skin. The pain shot through me and I tried to hold back my groan.

“Now,” he began once more after straightening his posture, “you told me yesterday you wanted what Whitney has. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Have you really thought about what you are asking for?”

“Yes, I have, Sir.”

He trailed his fingers trailed down slowly, brushing only slightly against my folds and then back up. He paused to play with my clit, but once he heard me moan, his fingers were gone.

My skirt was lifted higher over my hips, and Eric ran both his hands down my sides.

“Spread your legs.”

I pulled my knees further apart and he dragged his finger down my center.

“You look absolutely perfect this way,” I heard him whisper. I relaxed more, knowing I was doing exactly what he wanted.

“But I still think you need to learn a little more respect, Alexandra.”

Another hard smack against my ass and I ground my teeth. I didn’t think humiliating could even begin to describe how I was feeling having my gynecologist spanking me in the middle of his living room. The slaps continued. Two, sometimes three in a row, with just a few seconds in between to let me attempt to gather myself back together.

It wasn’t until about the fourteenth spank that I started to feel my strength slipping from my body, and the tears beginning to form in my eyes. Eric’s hand was large, and the slap it made wasn’t erotic at all.

“Pleasure from this will come to you in time. And soon, you’ll be begging me to spank you, Miss Hayes,” he said with a growl.

His spankings grew rougher, and I was slowly starting to break down from the pain. I cried out and started to sob, begging him stop.

“You can handle more.”

“No. No, please, I can’t. Stop!”

He wasn’t listening.

“You can do better, Alexandra.”

I didn’t respond, only cried harder.

“Do you like this?” he said with a hard hit of his palm.

Furiously, I shook my head.

“No?”

Smack.

“You will.”

Eric was relentless and didn’t stop spanking me until after another dozen slaps. I wasn’t sure exactly how much time he spent spanking me, but it felt like forever.

His hand slammed down on me once more and then stopped. The feeling of his flesh on mine made it even harder to endure, and for a moment I wished he would continue spanking me since it had felt better than just his hand resting on my ass.

“Good girl,” he purred. He kissed my thigh and then began massaging my burning skin. The touch of his fingers slowly began to relax me, and my heart stopped pounding.

“Stand up.”

I struggled to move, but in a few long moments I was standing. Eric lifted me off the ground and hooked his arms around my legs and back. He walked through his house and down a darkened hallway. I couldn’t see very well with my face covered in salty tears and my hair disarrayed, but Eric didn’t seem to have any problem maneuvering us around.

We walked into the last room down the hall. The bedroom was dark, except for the moonlight cascading in from the open windows. Without a care, Eric tossed me down on the bed, my legs dangling off the edge. I scrambled to sit up, but he stopped me.

“Stay just as you are,” he said and I froze. I held myself up by my elbows, my knees bent and once more exposed.

Eric crouched down and lowered to the bed, towering above me. His cologne tickled my senses. He wore a mixture of spice and wood, and it called for me to draw closer.

“You can’t handle this, Alexandra. What I could put you through…” His words trailed away, but I didn’t need to hear the rest to understand he was disappointed.

“You’re already crying so much that I think you’re honestly in trouble.”

“No. I-I’m not!”

“And you seem to forget quickly what I want from you.”

“Please, Sir,” I said the correct way. “I want this.”

“Why?”

I looked down, only to have my chin brought back up high by his hand.

“I want to be strong, like Whitney.”

“Thank you for that compliment,” he replied. “Unfortunately, you’d be much more work than her.”

“I can do it.”

Eric stared at me, determining my fate. He shifted off the bed and walked across the room. I followed his every move as he fished into a large cabinet in the corner and produced a handful of thick rope. He returned to the bed and set the rope down next to me.

“Hold your legs spread against yourself,” he ordered.

I pulled my legs back tight against my stomach, holding them by my knees. Eric began to wrap the first part of the rope around one of my ankles and when I felt it knot into place, I started to panic and pushed away. He grabbed my leg to hold me in place, his eyes on mine in question.

“I-I don’t know–” I tried to speak but the words were stuck dry in my mouth.

Eric’s grip softened when my frightened gaze met his.

“Come here,” he said gently. I obeyed him and sat up, the rope still around my ankle.

“Touch it,” Eric said, extending the rope out as a peace offering. With shaking hands, I touched the material, surprised to find how soft it was.

“Ropes are very safe to use. The knots I make are tight enough so that you will be secure, but they won’t cut off your circulation. I use the same tie in each one so in case of an emergency they can easily be released.”

He explained everything so normally it was hard not to feel at ease. I nodded my head slowly and lowered my gaze.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered with embarrassment.

“It’s nothing to be afraid of, but as your Master, I would need to know your fears and weaknesses.”

He patted the bed with one hand, ordering me to lie back down. Timidly, I did so, holding my knees up to my breasts one last time. Eric placed his fingers to the back of my exposed thigh and drew tiny circles with his thumb. He started to wrap the rope around my ankle once more, and I watched as he twisted and turned it every which way.

Before I knew it, I was bound, my hands tied to my knees. A cool breeze brushed past my exposed skin, making me shiver. Eric brought another set of ropes and attached one loop to the bed’s end post. He tied it to my leg and gave a tug to show me its purpose. It forced me in place, holding me open. He repeated the same ties to my other leg and stepped back to admire his work.

“What are you feeling right now, Alexandra?” he asked me.

“Fear, cold, embarrassment, Sir,” I answered truthfully.

“And nothing else? Not beautiful? Sexy? Aroused?”

There was an arousal to the position I was in, but I didn’t know if I could admit it out loud to him.

Eric unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to ground. I hated that I couldn’t get a better look at him, with the room so dark, but I could see enough to know he was nicely shaped. Smooth lines trailed across his chest and down his stomach, forming muscles on his hips that held his pants just right. I licked my lips, and I knew he could see me staring.

He lowered himself to the ground and aligned himself between my legs. I wanted to raise up higher to see what he was doing, but the ropes made it uncomfortable, so I was forced to lie there.

“I think you’re aroused, Alexandra,” he said as his fingers parted my delicate flesh. “I think you’re holding back from me.”

His breath caused me to shudder when he blew against the skin of my knee.

“My fingers are already wet.”

Another wave of desire swept through me, listening to him talk like that.

Eric dipped his mouth down and captured my clit between his lips, grazing it carefully with his teeth. I cried out and arched as he teased me. Two of his fingers slid past his mouth and into my body to increase the friction.