Allison

 

I was too nervous to stay put. He had my emotions all tangled up and it was bad there for a moment when I thought he was going to send me home. I needed the million at least to cover the costs of the operation. And now that I was thinking about it, I needed the other half million, too. Debt, back rent… Hell, I’d need it just to cover the work I was missing this weekend.

 

Not that I made that kind of money ever, but I was missing out a lot right now and if everything in the bank was going toward the surgery, then it was unlikely any of that would go toward covering costs.

 

I’d seen just about everything in the house, I thought, except for that red door. I wasn’t stupid enough to sneak a peek without Jules there with me, no matter how curious I was. Looking around, however, was fair game. I skipped through the doors I’d already been through, moving on to the next.

 

I was just about sure that I’d seen everything, when I found a room on the second floor that I hadn’t been in.

 

It shocked the hell out of me.

 

Floor to ceiling bookcases lined the walls of the room. And they were full. Thick books, old books, cook books. Everything. I felt like I could search for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Cassandra Clare and probably find them both here. There were several desks lined up in the middle of the room with reading lamps on them and one of those rolling ladders that allowed you to reach the upper shelves.

 

The floors were marbled with a gigantic rose compass in the middle. It was amazing. I wanted to live here— but that wasn’t the only reason it was amazing.

 

It was also the fact that this belonged to a man who tattooed people for a living. A man who was clearly a sexual deviant and who looked like some sort of dark sex god. And yet, he had a library in his own home.

 

Just goes to show you can’t judge a book by its cover.

 

I giggled a little at my own, stupid pun, but stopped abruptly when I heard a voice behind me.

 

“You disobeyed me, Allison.”

 

I whirled around to face him, my heart pounding and my face flushing as I saw Jules standing in the doorway. He looked just as handsome as before, but even more imposing. His muscles seemed more noticeable, his frame wider. He seemed to take up the entire doorway.

 

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” I stammered, seeing the consternation on his face. It dawned on me suddenly that I was in trouble.

 

He stepped into the room. “Do you remember what I told you earlier?”

 

I wracked my brain for anything, but it was so full of his muscles and his blue eyes and his large hands that I couldn’t come up with anything. I shook my head, then saw his tiny, wicked grin.

 

“I told you that if you disobeyed me, I’d have to punish you.”

 

My eyes went wide. Oh, god. Why is this not terrifying me? Because it really wasn’t. Instead of striking fear within me, it was causing an entirely different reaction. Heat pooled between my legs. I felt need unlike any I’d ever felt before and it was so consuming, I didn’t know what to do with it.

 

I shouldn’t have been so turned on by the thought of him punishing me – but I was.

 

“W-what are you going to do? Sir.”

 

He strode into the library, heading toward a large, overstuffed chair. He sat in it, making himself comfortable, then motioned for me to come to him. I hesitated a half a second, then hurried across the room to stand in front of him.

 

“The first time is easy, pet,” he told me in a soothing voice. “All you have to do is lie across my lap, on your stomach.” I moved to obey instantly, but he held up a hand. “But you need to push your pants down first. Your punishment is for me to spank you.”

 

My eyes went wide, but with trembling hands, I undid the buttons of my jeans. It seemed to take an eternity to get the fly undone, all the while he watched me. I shimmied the pants down my legs. I was about to step out of them, when he stopped me.

 

“No. Leave them there.”

 

I felt a little awkward, but I did as he said. My hands went back to my hips and my thumbs slipped beneath the hem of my panties. Heat flushed my face, trailing down my neck to my breasts. Thank God I still had my shirt on.

 

Or maybe I want it off, too…

 

With herculean effort, I shucked off my panties, aware of the wet spot on them. Then I shuffled over to him. I swallowed heavily, then carefully leaned myself over his lap. When I was situated, I waited for what was to come.

 

It felt like forever before anything happened, but finally, I felt his large hand against my bare skin. He caressed the curve of my ass softly, so gentle it surprised me. I almost looked over my shoulder to ask him about it when the slap came.

 

My eyes went wide and a tiny gasp escaped my lips.

 

There was a sharp rash of pain that left almost as quickly as it came, leaving behind only a memory of heat against my cheek. But the pleasure it left behind lingered. My core grew wetter still, to my surprise.

 

A second slap followed quickly, and the same thing happened. Pain, heat, wetness. I shivered involuntarily.

 

His hand caressed where he’d slapped me and then he leaned over me. I felt his breath along my back as he whispered, “I told you that you might enjoy the punishment.”

 

And I did. It was strange and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to see the… harder punishments, but these quick slaps on my naked rear were sending signals of pleasure to my brain and my core that I didn’t know what to do with, to the point where I was almost disappointed when he told me we were done.

 

“Now get up and put your pants back on. Your bath’s getting cold.”

 

I was trembling as I stood. I was so disoriented, so inebriated that I stumbled a little and Jules had to catch me. His touch was electric and his grin sent thrills through my already-wired system.

 

“Oh, I’m going to have such fun with you, Allison.” He leaned in close and for a glorious moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. Then he pulled away and said over his shoulder, “You’re going to enjoy it so much that you’re never going to leave.”

 

When this all started, I probably would have laughed at his insinuation. Now? I was wondering how it was possible that I’d waited this long to try any of this. And how was I ever going to go back to living without it?

 

“Come, Allison. Now.”

 

I hurried after him quickly, led by the promise of a bath – and the possibilities of more pleasure than those few, simple slaps had offered me.

 

Sex with Jules was going to change my life.