His Unexpected Love. Anya Summers

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      Carter’s attitude was archaic and had made her see red. Before her brain had really connected with her higher reasoning skills, she’d shoved the man into the bay. In her opinion, the Dom deserved it. That didn’t mean she was willing to risk her job, the job she needed desperately.

      “Well, I can’t let it go unpunished. If you want to continue working here, you will be publicly disciplined in the club. Do you understand?” Jared asked, his gaze clear and unyielding.

      She winced. It was her fault. The punishment was one of her own making that she couldn’t see a way around. Jenna would pay the piper. That was all she seemed to do. Work. Then rob Peter to pay Paul—or, in this case, her father’s medical bills and sister’s tuition. There were days when her life was just one big ball of crud. Days when she felt like life had chewed her up and spit her out.

      Exhaustion was a normal state of being for Jenna. She was the one who held everything together for her family. If she screwed up, they paid the price. Just once she’d like to lean back and know that her world wouldn’t come tumbling down while she rested.

      “I understand. And I am sorry. I was tired and in a hurry and he…” What? Had awed her with his sheer size? Had ignited a slow burn in her body at feeling his hard, masculine body against hers? Had turned her insides into putty at the unwavering dominance in his stance? That there had been a part of Jenna that had desperately wanted to sink into him. Right there on the docks and forget everything else, all her responsibilities and the people counting on her. Let his big body not only block out the sun but the rest of the world too.

      It had been her guilt more than anything that had kick started her fury. Guilt over her wish to relinquish her duties, even for a moment.

      Pathetic: table for one.

      “Did he do something, Jenna? If he so much as crooked a finger at you without your permission, say the word and this ends now. I will have him escorted off the island if he manhandled you in any way,” Jared asked.

      He would do it too. She could see it in his fervent gaze. Jared was one of the good ones, protecting her and the rest of the submissives on the island the way he did. Not that he wasn’t an exacting taskmaster, because he totally was. Yet he would put a potential partnership on the line for her if harm had come to her. There weren’t many men—let alone many employers—who would see to their employee’s welfare above that of the company. As much as that warmed her, and as much as she’d love to toss Carter under the bus, Jenna couldn’t allow Jared to lose business because of her own stupidity. It had been her issues that had initiated her internal combustion to nuclear meltdown levels.

      “No, Master J. It was my fault. And I submit myself to whatever punishment you deem necessary,” she said, straightening her shoulders. She owned up to her part in this. Would the cowboy?

      “Thank you for being honest. Strip and put these on. You will be publicly flogged in the club,” Jared commanded, putting a black pair of cuffs on his desk.

      “Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

      Ignoring the fear and embarrassment at having to disrobe before her boss, Jenna undressed. She just prayed he didn’t want sex from her. If there was one thing she never mixed, it was who she slept with and her work. It was too important that she be able to earn a living. No man, no Dom was worth losing a job over. From what she’d heard about Jared, he didn’t sleep with the help, but she’d had bosses before attempt to use sex as a weapon.

      Jenna folded her waitress uniform up and stacked it on the nearby leather chair. Then she slid the cuffs on around her wrists, fastening the buckles. She wasn’t a prude by any means, but still she was uncomfortable. Jared rose from his seat and approached, looking every inch a Dom in his leather pants and shit-kicker boots. Her breath caught in her throat when she spied what he was holding. In his large palms was a black leather collar with silver chains attached to it.

      “Bend your head forward,” he ordered, his face a stern mask. Unwilling to spark his anger and chance risking her job, Jenna did as he asked. He affixed the collar around her throat. For her, it was akin to wearing a scarlet letter. Wearing a collar just for punishment, from someone who wasn’t her own Dom or Master, added to the humiliation—and besides, she preferred cuffs as a symbol of ownership.

      Then Jared connected her wrist cuffs to a short length of chain that imprisoned her hands together before her. He slid a black leather flogger into his back pocket, then, with his hand around the second length of chain that acted much in the same manner as a dog leash, led her out of his office.

      On the elevator, he gave her further instructions. “Once we are in the club, you are not to speak unless it is to use your safeword. Remind me again what it is?”

      “Red, Sir.”

      “Good. Easy to remember. Deep breaths, lass, this part will be over shortly,” he murmured, chucking her chin gently with his free hand.

      This part? What did he mean by this part? Before she could ask him, the elevator doors slid open with a quiet ding onto the club level. All other thoughts fled as Jenna ignored the interested stares of club goers and focused all her energy on Jared’s back. He stalked ahead of her, his long legs eating up the distance to the raised dais in the center of the club, and she had to hurry to keep up with him. In the center of the stage was a leather padded sawhorse. Shame inflamed her cheeks at needing to be disciplined before the whole club.

      She kept her lips tightly closed as Jared attached her wrists to the sawhorse. Jenna was bent forward, the horse turned into a stockade. The way he positioned her body, her naked rump was presented to everyone in the club. Then he spread her legs apart and fastened Velcro cuffs around her ankles. So now every club attendee had a direct view of her pussy.

      Lovely. Her day just kept on getting worse by the minute.

      Anticipation tingled along her spine as Jared moved around behind her. An unmistakable figure emerged from the shadows. His hard gaze was trained on hers with a satisfied gleam in their dark depths. She didn’t bat an eye or lower her gaze but stared at Carter head on.

      “Jenna, I’m going to begin. If it gets to be too much, use your safeword, lass,” Jared ordered quietly in her ear.

      She nodded. The flogger cracked against her bum. The leather straps snapped and cracked against her skin. Jenna cried out at the unexpected force of the blow.

      Then Jared swatted her three more times in rapid succession. Jenna’s gaze was unwavering as she glared defiantly at Carter. With every stroke, her blood heated. The air whooshed from her lungs. Her cry was a garbled, high-pitched moan. The more blows Jared struck against her ass cheeks, the louder her wails became. They were a mixture of pronounced pleasure and pain.

      And through it all, she stared at Carter. Not cowing or bowing to his dominant air, but daring him, defying him with every harsh lash against her ass. She’d earned this discipline, yet she would never yield to the likes of a Dom like Carter, who apparently thought the world should bend to his will. It was there in his bearing as he glowered at her.

      Except her body was enjoying their wordless glaring contest. A little too much. Jenna imagined it was Carter issuing her discipline. His rather large hands holding the flogger and raining brutal swats to her behind and making it burn. Flames licked at her core and sparked her arousal.

      Through the pain, she held on, not willing to give Carter an inch as he viewed her discipline. The rest of the patrons hardly existed. СКАЧАТЬ