Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2) (13 page)

Nope. I’m not doing it. I’m going to follow the rules. I will obey the rules whether I like them or not because it pleases my Master.

She moved under the spray of water, washing her hair with her tingly tee tree and peppermint shampoo. Curious how it might feel, she coated her fingers with the tingly essence and slid them through her slit, liberally spreading the shampoo over her clit. Instantly, the cool gel brought that little bundle of nerves alive as well as the surrounding area. She slid her fingers further down, pushing them into her sex. Her pussy spasmed, the sensation bringing her whole nether regions to life.

She stole a glance over her shoulder, and the duckie stared back. She could’ve sworn it whispered her name to her. Garrett would paddle the shit out of her backside, but certainly he wouldn’t invade her privacy. Would he? And even if he did barge in, she would hear him enter, giving her time to toss the duckie back to its home in the corner.

She shook her head at the paranoia that had come over her. After all, she was an adult in her bathroom taking a shower — she had a right to do what she wanted in her quarters. He’d never know. She pulled the pink duck off the ledge of the shower, flicking the switch, the intense vibration starting instantly. She pressed the duck to her pussy, letting her body adjust to the vibration then tipping it forward to let the duck’s bill press up against her clit. Her hips thrust in reaction, she grabbed more of the shampoo and squeezed a small amount onto the bill before pressing it against her clit once more.

She was lost in the cooling and tingling sensations as well as the vibrations, however, the next sensation took her by total surprise. A stinging swath of fire bloomed across her backside, making her jump. Spinning around, she found herself nose to nose with Garrett.

“You were warned,” he said, his words a quiet growl. “That orgasm you almost stole? That was
mine!
”

He reached over and shut the water off, grabbing the duckie from her hand and tossing it into the sink. He carefully threw her towel on the floor, and then grasping her upper arm, he yanked her out of the tub to stand on the towel. What happened next left her speechless, unable even to shout.

He swatted her bottom several times — hard and fast. She’d always read that the pain was worse when your bottom was wet, but she still hadn’t been prepared for the severity of that pain. Her hands were cupping the blazing flesh of her buttocks as soon as he’d stopped. Her bottom was still wet but the sudden warmth of her skin surprised her. She pulled in a gasp of air and let it out, the sound of her voice almost a whistle.

“Oooooooooo!”

Although she tried to stand stoically, she drummed her heels against the floor in a little dance of anguish.

“You were warned,” Garrett said. “I told you what would happen, and not even twelve hours after writing ‘I will obey,’ you do this.”

He stared at her and shook his head, then began rubbing the hot pink flesh of her scorched bottom.

Raising his gaze to hers, his lethal, quiet voice sent chills down her spine. “Get dressed. No panties, not even a thong. After we eat breakfast together, I’m going to bring the kids to my mom’s to spend the night. We’ll need privacy and several hours to deal with this misbehavior. I expect you downstairs in ten minutes. You
don’t
want to be late, trust me on that.”

He turned on his heel and walked out, leaving her standing naked, dripping water, and shuddering with dread.

Still rubbing her bottom, she turned a little to see her red buttocks in the mirror. He had left welts from his fingers and the surrounding area had broken vessels under the skin.

Damn, that man spanks hard!

She hissed between her teeth, stroking her throbbing bottom, and quickly looked back at the clock.

It was time to get moving.

Dashing to her bedroom, she threw her sundress over her head, then quickly ran back to the bathroom to run a brush through her hair and brush her teeth. She took another quick peek at her bottom. The bright red hue had faded somewhat, but there were distinct finger-shaped welts and purple marks rising in a few areas. Her clit throbbed in anticipation of her next spanking.

It confused her — and always had — how her sex reacted so strongly to the thought of a hard, bare-bottom spanking.

* * *

G
arrett had been more than annoyed. They’d just discussed minding the rules last night! How does one lose sight that quickly? And of all the rules to break — masturbation. Well, she wouldn’t steal orgasms from him again. He would withhold her orgasms until she was begging for release. Denial wasn’t pleasant, and she’d see the truth of that soon enough.

“Inga!” Madalyn yelled from the table, as the young woman walked in.

“That’s Miss Inga to you, and you know it.” Garrett wasn’t in the mood to be tolerant that morning.

“Yes, Daddy.” Madalyn dropped her head, bright color at her cheeks.

“Mi-sth” Liam waved happily from his high chair.

Before Inga could respond to Madalyn or Liam, Garrett pointed at her chair with the spatula in his hand. “Sit. You know what to do with that skirt.”

Although vague, she grasped the meaning easily enough. He casually watched her raise her skirt to sit on her bare bottom. She waited until Madalyn’s attention was momentarily averted before obeying his command. When Inga lifted her eyes to look at him, he nodded sternly back at her, then addressed the kids.

“Madalyn, you and Liam will be spending the night at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I’ll get you both tomorrow morning. We’ll pack your little suitcase and a diaper bag for your brother. Bring whatever you think you need for Grandma’s. We’ll leave right after breakfast.” He pointed his fork at Madalyn’s plate urging her to finish eating.

Madalyn gave a sideways glance at Inga and quickly dove into her eggs. “What’re you and Miss Inga going to do while we’re gone? Don’t do anything fun, Daddy. You’re supposed to miss us when we’re gone. Okay?”

“I promise we’ll miss you horribly. We’re going to stay at home, and we’ll be cleaning or reading. Nothing that’s fun for you or Liam.” Inga smiled sweetly at her. “Does that make you feel better?”

It pleased him to see how easily she could redirect Madalyn and encourage her. How such a wonderful woman ended up in his house, he’d never know. But as spectacular as some women could be, it didn’t mean they didn’t sometimes need correction to be even better.

After a few silent, uncomfortable moments at the table, everyone choking the last of their eggs down, they were done with their meal.

Garrett stood, clapping his hands together. “Okay, let’s get stuff ready for Grandma’s house!”

Chapter Eleven

I
nga sat nervously at the table. He’d told her that she was to be naked, bent over the Queen Ann’s chair in the master bedroom. How appropriate —
The Master’s Bedroom.
It had a whole new meaning to her this morning.

Jävla handen — ‘
fucking the hand.’ That’s what it was called in her country. He’d told her to not ‘fuck her hand.’ She knew that if he caught her masturbating, it would be trouble. Painful trouble. A spanking would be the least of her issues today, and he’d assured her that after her upcoming punishment, she’d never do
jävla handen
again. At least not unless he’d ordered her to.

She found that hard to believe — she loved masturbating with her toys. They were more reliable than men. They didn’t give orders, they didn’t leave clothes around the house, they didn’t have erection issues, they didn’t decide to fall asleep before you get your orgasm, and they never,
ever
pissed you off. They stayed hard as long as you needed them — be it two minutes or two hours. Hell, you could even fall asleep with a toy still inside.

Damn! I don’t want to stop playing with my toys!

She stood up and made her way down the hall. Time to get into position. She walked into the Master bedroom — Master
Garrett’s
bedroom. There was evidence that a man had moved in to a room that once might have had a more feminine feel, exhibit A being the pile of pretty accent pillows heaped into a corner of the room. Did all men hate accent pillows? The room had been done in shades of burgundy and vermilion interspersed with gold tassels and accents on the drapes and pillows. The wood on the bed and dressers was a deep mahogany. Anne had obviously wanted to keep it masculine, yet also leave some subtle feminine touches. The chair she had been instructed to lie over was a beautiful burnt sienna.

Walking into the Master bath, she went searching for a towel. Opening the linen closet, she pulled out a brown towel and walked back to the chair. She didn’t want to stain the chair, and with the amount of juice that was weeping from her pussy, she’d definitely leave her mark if she wasn’t careful. She drew her sundress over her head, folding it neatly on the dresser. She draped herself over the arm of the chair, and took in a slow, deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, resting her head on the arm on the other side of the chair. It was at times like this that being tall and leggy was not to her advantage. She felt too gangly to fit comfortably in this position. The arm of the chair successfully kept her toes off the floor — which she was pretty sure was the point. It didn’t make enduring the awkward position any easier though. Her clit pressed firmly against the arm of the chair, and though fear should have stolen away her ability to be aroused by the contact, her body apparently didn’t care — as evidenced by the copious production of
fittsaft.

The front door opened, the creak of the hinge giving her chills. Instantly, her heart was in her throat. She clenched her fists, tucking them in against her chest. Her ass facing the door only added to her nervousness and humiliation.

She listened to his heavy footfalls on the steps of the staircase. Slowly, he made his way to the room, the snick of the door closing behind him making her draw a quick, frightened breath.

“Well, if that isn’t a sight to behold. I have to say, my dear, you have a gorgeous ass. An ass made for love and discipline.” He pinched it as he walked by, moving around to stand at her head.

Squatting down until he was at eye level with her, his relaxed hands dangled between his knees. “You’ve been a bad girl today, Missy. Haven’t you?”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice quavered as she said it. She hated showing hesitation or fear. Weakness — that’s what it was. She’d always vowed never to show weakness.

“In case I’ve neglected to say it, I want to tell you now. I love your orgasms. Your body comes alive, every inch of you. You shiver and shake, your breasts wobble and rise with your breaths, your nipples hard as pebbles from your arousal. Your head goes back, and your mouth opens in complete and utter awe. Your eyelids flutter and you clench and unclench your fists with your toes curling and joints cracking in anticipation of the earth shattering orgasms to come. And when that orgasm hits, you shriek and groan deep in your throat, your body stiffening, and that clit of yours peeks through your labia begging to be licked and sucked. And then almost immediately after your fall into the Big O, your body shakes, shivers, and convulses, the thrust of your hips like a jackhammer against my hand, face, or cock, your body milking and squeezing tight upon the invited guest of your hot little cunt.”

He shook his head. “This is why I don’t want to share your orgasms. I’m selfish like that, and I want to be the one to make that happen for you. I want to be the one who gets your juices dripping onto my hand, face, or cock — not a piece of plastic. And the thought of sharing with a goddamned
rubber duck
just pisses me off. I refuse to share with six inches of plastic that vibrates, and if I do share you with a vibrator, it’ll be my hand that controls how hard it’s pushed in, what it rubs upon, and how intense your orgasm will be. You will
not
steal those away from me again.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“I’m sure you think you’re sorry. But I promise you, sweetie, before this evening is over, you’ll be very sorry you played with your toy this morning.”

He rose, walking behind her and patting her hip. “We’re going to start with a small spanking to get some of the juices running, so to speak, and warm up your clit. Good thinking putting this towel here. Let me see if it’s wet.”

He slid his finger under her sex, tickling her clit before he pulled his hand out. “Oh, Missy, you’ve drenched the towel already. I’ll keep you hydrated today. We want to be sure you keep producing this nectar. I don’t want you going dry with all the stimulation you’ll be receiving today.”

He wiped his finger on the inside of her thigh, and she cried out in surprise at the painful slap of his hand against her bottom. He quickly proceeded to swat her derriere quickly, and very hard. She tried to clench her muscles, her feet coming up automatically, but he had a leg over hers keeping her bent and helpless against his swats. Just as she was starting to mewl with the pain, he quit. He stood over her silently, stroking her buttocks with his soft hands.

“I’m going to be plugging you with a medium-sized butt plug. It’s a vibrating one too. I’m sure it’ll keep you aroused. That arousal will just be the start of what I plan to do to you today.”