Excerpt from Taming Me © Alexandrea Weis
“When I punish a sub, I want to make the punishment
memorable, but in another way I want to make it reinforce their submission to me.” He removed his tie, curling it about his long fingers.” Punishment is
about withholding pleasure; tempting, promising, but never giving.”
I was mesmerized by the way the cool gray silk was
laced in and around his fingers. I hurriedly gazed down at the drink in my
hand. “So what do you do, spank them, tie them up, what?”
He took my drink and put it on the table. “Would you like a demonstration?”
“No.” I shrank away, picturing being held over his lap and spanked like a child.
He leaned toward me, holding up his tie. “If you want to truly learn about my world, Lexie, you must experience it.” His face inched ever so close to mine. “I promise I will not hurt you,” he softly added.
His thin lips hovered in front of me as I considered his offer. He had a point; perhaps I needed to experience what he did to his subs in order to be able to write about it. As his dark brown eyes seared into me, my resistance slipped away.
“All right, fine.” I sat back against the sofa. “But I’m only agreeing to do this for the sake of the book.”
“Of course. It’s all about the book.” He stood from the sofa and went to the middle of the room. “Come here.”
Taking in a deep breath, I stood up and approached him. Without my heels I came right under his chin, and I could see the slight dimple there. I had never noticed that before.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
Sighing at the insistence in his voice, I did as he asked, wishing he could just ask nicely for once. When his hands went to the zipper on the back of my dress I almost pulled away, and then remembered his words from previous encounters. I had to relax, and I had to trust him. “You didn’t pull away,” he whispered as the zipper slowly eased downward. “You’re learning.”
“No talking. You never talk when I’m punishing you.”
After he had pushed my black cocktail dress off my shoulders, I stood calmly as the fabric slid down my body and gathered about my ankles. Standing before him in my underwear and strapless bra did not seem like such a feat anymore. Maybe I was getting the hang of this; and then another thought hit me. Or maybe I wanted to be naked in front of him.
His fingers lightly stroked along my shoulders and then his deep voice said, “Put your hands behind your back.”
Still not sure what to expect, I complied, and soon I felt the silk tie being wrapped about my wrists and secured tightly. At this point, I should have been getting concerned. Every instinct I had was screaming at me not to go along with his plans, but at a certain point in a relationship there comes a time when belief in another person outweighs reason. We want to believe someone will be kind to us, love us, or take care of us no matter how many times our past has taught us otherwise. This was that moment for me. I believed Garrett would not hurt me, and I knew then that I trusted him.
When his hands left my wrists, they began working their way down my back until his fingers hooked the top of my black silk panties. He eased the panties down my hips and all the way to my ankles.
Lifting my right foot and then my left, he removed the underwear and dress from about my feet. The cool air in my apartment was making my flesh dance with goose pimples, and when his hand cupped my behind, the chill turned into a rush of heat.
“On your knees,” he said behind me.
With a little awkward effort I got down on my knees. I prepared myself for a few slaps on my butt, thinking that was what he had in mind for my punishment. But when he kneeled behind me and pushed my head over to the hardwood floor, my stomach clenched. Feeling so exposed only compounded the rush of adrenaline racing through me. My heart was pounding and my breath was coming in nervous gasps. I stayed like that for a few minutes, waiting for him to touch me, spank me … do something.