Taut: The Ford Book
Page 38

Fuck. She is like a sexy little goddess up in that window.
The neighbors can’t see her. There’s a shitload of pine trees in the way. But she doesn’t know that, so the threat serves its purpose. She thinks people can see her all spread out against the window. And she’s still doing it. So she likes the thought of being watched.
I take out my camera and snap a picture, then walk back inside. She’s shivering with cold since I left the door open. I grab her arm at the elbow and tug her back towards me. “Stand up straight now, keep your legs open.”
She does and then I pull her back into my chest and put my arms around her. “Sorry for leaving the door open. Now you’re cold.” She sinks into me as I rub her tits and then her stomach. I breathe into her neck, trying to make her warm. My hand drifts around her body, and these light, feather touches make her shiver more instead of heating her up. Her ni**les are incredibly hard and bunched. I twist one and she cries out, her whole body doubling over and recoiling as she tries to pull away from me.
Too hard. “Sorry,” I murmur. “They’re sensitive?” She nods her head against my chest and I catch her holding back a potential sob. That’s it for her. She’s about done with this. “Come with me.” I lead her over to the back of the couch and push on her shoulders a little. “Bend over the couch, Ashleigh.” Her ass goes up and her bound hands are clasped tightly together near her waist. I slap her left cheek. Hard.
“Ow!”
I slap her again, not so hard. “No talking.” I slip my fingers between her legs and cut off her words with my attention. “I owe you one more. I warned you not to talk. You promised me total control, yet you disobeyed, so I have to punish you. Do you understand, Ashleigh?”
She nods her head and just as she starts I smack her hard again. She whimpers but holds in her cry. I can tell this is not what she expected, so I rub her ass gently. First the one red cheek, then the other. My touch calms her and then I slip my fingers inside her and pump a little. “I hadn’t planned on you being so naughty, Ash.” And just as my last word is out, the timer beeps. “We’re done.”
I stand her back up, unbind her wrists, remove her blindfold, and walk away. “You want a beer?” I call out as I go up the steps.
She doesn’t answer me.
I grab two anyway and go back down. She’s just pulling on her shirt and I can tell by the look on her face that she’s angry. I offer her a beer and to my surprise she takes it and plops down on the couch. I sit down on the other end. “Thoughts?”
She takes a sip of her beer. Breathes deeply for a moment. “Well, I guess I wasn’t expecting that.”
“What were you expecting?”
“To be f**ked hard and left satisfied.”
“Do you wish I’d f**ked you hard and left you satisfied instead?”
She takes another drink and gives this some thought. “I’m not sure,” she finally says.
“Do you want to do it again?”
“Tonight?”
I laugh. “No. You need to think about what happened before we try again. It took you a while to give in and for me, that’s not a good sign. I asked for control, you fought me. You were rude.”
“Rude?” She shoots me an incredulous look, like I have some nerve.
“You promised me control, then you were a smartass. I think that was rude.”
“So you punished me by not getting me off.”
“I didn’t get off either. We’re even. You said you’ve done this before.”
“Yeah, but your spankings hurt.”
“They’re punishment, to let you know I’m unhappy with your behavior. If I made them pleasant you’d never care if you displeased me. We never got past the initial control. Who is in charge and who is not. If we had, you’d be a lot happier right now, I guarantee it.”
She grunts and leans back against the couch. “Well, whatever. It’s my turn now. I get one question, fully answered to my satisfaction.”
“Shoot.”
She looks me in the eye, her frown gone and a sly grin replacing it. Her eyes almost gleam in the light. “Why didn’t you go to your father’s funeral?”
And this is when I realize I might’ve underestimated Ashleigh. Because this question was just as planned and plotted as me having her ass up in the air in front of the window.
Chapter Eighteen
“How do you know I didn’t go?” I ask. I already know the answer to that, because it’s only been brought up once.
“Mrs. Pearson, that morning in the motel. She said everyone wanted to see you there and you never showed.”
I study her expression for clues to what she’s thinking. It’s not very telling. She might in fact, be some kind of pokerface expert, because I’m not seeing anything beyond her almost stoic, flat glare.
“I guess,” she says in a low voice, her chin tipping up in superiority as she talks, “I’ll have to find my own satisfaction tonight.”
“With this question.”
“Yes.”
“Why?” My eyes are squinting down into slits, I just know it.
“Because you don’t want to talk about it.”
“So you’re mad because of the spanking and now you want to get even.”
“Maybe. You want to use your power over me, and that seems to be fine. Yet when I do it, I’m some sort of conniving bitch. Is that how this works?”