COME WHEN CALLED #6, The Punishment (Billionaire & Biker MMF Menage Romance Serial) by Piper Trace Page B

“In this house you are mine. Your body is mine. Whether you are in your bed or my bed, you are mine. If I want you naked, you will be naked. If I want to look at you, you will show yourself to me without hesitation. I won’t have you acting like a petulant child when I want access to your body of which I am entitled. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes what, Evangeline?” he thundered, sitting forward, tension rolling off his body.
    She flinched at the aggression. “Yes, Mr. Hawthorne.”
    “Last reminder. You have a safe word. Use it if you must.” Ford opened a bottom desk drawer and removed a wooden paddle, showing her both sides without explanation. Her eyes widened and her heart started hammering. He was serious! He wasn’t just going to spank her—which already was outside the realm of her experience—he was going to paddle her. With an actual paddle!
    Standing, he disappeared from her view and she could hear him behind her. She started to panic, squirming and begging him. “Don’t hit me with that! I promise I’ll do better. Ford, please!”
    “It’s ‘Mr. Hawthorne’, Evangeline, and yes, you will do better after this.” He smacked her naked bottom hard with the paddle.
    She yelped at the harsh sting. “Motherfucker! That hurt!” she shouted.
    Ford actually laughed, sounding pleased. “Filthy language, young lady. I’ll add one more for that.” SMACK!
    “For—Mr. Hawthorne, no more!” she gasped, shocked at how the all-encompassing bite of the paddle took over every thought in her brain, dominated the attention of every nerve in her body. Every cell in her seemed to focus and center on the small, burning spot where the paddle had last landed.
    “You are here to please me. Your body is for my use.” SMACK!
    “Ow!” she yelped again. “Okay. I promise. Please let me up!”
    “You need to understand what I expect.” SMACK! SMACK!
    “I promise! I won’t forget, Mr. Hawthorne. I’ll do better. You’ll be pleased.” She was breathless now from adrenalin and pain, and she was begging him with all sincerity.
    His voice dropped an octave. “I will use you any way I want.” This time the smack came lower and a bit softer. Somehow the change in his voice and the gentler blow shifted something elemental in her. Tears of a different kind—cleansing somehow—sprang to her eyes and she half-whimpered, half-sobbed his name. She felt him stroke his hand carefully over her bare ass, the nerves in her skin jangling. He seemed to be exploring the warmth she was sure was blooming there on her abused skin.
    “Shhh, Evie love, I’m almost done.” Now his voice was soothing, but he didn’t stop paddling her bare bottom. Only his blows were softer now, almost enjoyable, and he sometimes paused to caress his hand over her tender skin. Surely her ass cheeks were red and hot to the touch. It might be hard to sit for the rest of the day. Tears now streamed freely down her cheeks.
    “I’ll satisfy you, Mr. Hawthorne.” Her voice shook with the effects of the adrenaline and the surge of emotions pouring through her with every smack. The emotions were chaotic. She struggled against her restraints but it was no use. She had no choice but to accept the pain he was causing her. It was no worse than she’d expected when she’d consented, but it was difficult to bear nonetheless.
    Ford came around to the front of the desk and dropped to his knees in front of her. He wiped her tears. “Is it over?” she asked, her voice tremulous.
    “It’s over if you need it to be,” he whispered. “I know this is hard, Evie. I understand if you can’t do it. Please use your safe word if you need to.”
    “But you’re not done?” she asked quietly. The thrill of excitement that blazed through his eyes told her his answer before his simple “no” was uttered.
    She closed her eyes. “Then take whatever you need. I want to give it to you.”
    “Evie.” He said her name like he was making love to it. He