Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
When we arrived at his house, he led me inside, his grip still firm on my hand. The house was dimly lit, and my heart raced as I followed him through the front door.
His house was big and beautifully designed with expensive furniture and a minimalist decor. I felt out of place, as usual in his elegant surroundings, as he led me to the living room. He gestured for me to sit on the couch and disappeared into the kitchen, only to return minutes later with two glasses of whiskey.
He handed me one glass and sat down next to me. “Drink,” he ordered, his eyes fixed on mine.
I hesitated for a second before taking a sip. The whiskey was smooth and burned down my throat, leaving a warm feeling in my stomach. I took another sip, feeling braver now that the alcohol was coursing through my veins.
Locke took his time sipping his whiskey, his eyes never leaving mine. I shifted in my seat, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. The silence between us was deafening, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.
Finally, Locke spoke. “You know, you have a lot of nerve, provoking me like that. I set rules for a reason. The Vault is off limits.”
I took another sip of my whiskey, trying to calm the nervous fluttering in my stomach. “I didn’t mean to provoke you. I was just trying to have some fun like everyone else does in this town. I’ve never been part of Heathens before and, well… it seemed like now was as good a time as any.”
Locke scoffed. “Fun? You call flaunting yourself in front of every man on this island fun? You were rubbing yourself on a complete stranger. You didn’t even know who that man was.”
I frowned, feeling defensive. “I wasn’t flaunting myself. I was just dancing. And isn’t the entire point of the masked event to not know who anyone is?”
“Dancing? That wasn’t dancing, that was seduction. Dangerous seduction.”
I bristled at his accusation. “I wasn’t trying to seduce anyone. I was just enjoying myself.”
Locke leaned closer, his eyes darkening with anger. “He was seducing you, Storee. And you can’t just do whatever you want without thinking of the consequences.”
I felt a spark of anger flare up inside me. “I’m a grown woman, Locke. I don’t need you to tell me what to do. I said I was sorry for crossing into your domain, but I’m not sorry for dancing with another man. I’m not a little girl anymore. I don’t have a curfew and a bedtime.”
Locke’s eyes followed my every move as I took another drink of my whiskey, his gaze intense and unwavering. He slowly leaned in closer to me, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and it made my skin tingle.
“You’re right,” he finally said. “I’m a man of action. Not words. I don’t need to tell you anything. I need to show you.”
He stood up and took hold of his belt buckle, effortlessly undoing it and yanking the leather through the loops with a hissing swoosh that made my heart skip.
He folded the leather in his hand, his intense stare never leaving mine.
My mouth went dry as I watched him, my heart beating faster with every passing second. I knew what was coming next, and yet, I couldn’t look away. I was both scared and excited, a feeling I had never experienced before.
Locke took a step closer to me, his belt still in his hand. “Stand up,” he commanded, his voice low and rough as he spoke. “Bend over the couch.” His grip tightened on his belt.
“What?” I squeaked. “No. I’m sorry. I apologized.”
“I hate apologies.”
“You can’t just,” I looked at the belt, “whip me with that.”
“I can. And I will.”
Before I could respond, he yanked me off the couch and bent me over the arm rest. The cool leather kissed the skin of my thighs as Locke moved behind me, one hand resting on my back while the other held the belt.
I jerked when he raised the hem of my little black dress, exposing my lace thong.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never want to step foot inside The Vault again.”
Without warning, he brought the belt down hard across my backside. I gasped, the pain radiating through me. He spanked me again, and I cried out.
The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before, and it was all I could do to not beg for more.
Locke continued to spank me, the sound of the leather striking my skin echoing through the room. Each time he brought the leather down, a wave of pleasure coursed through my body, nearly making me moan.