“No.” She swallowed as he slapped the spatula against his jeans. The sound clapped like thunder in her ears. “But it’s a logical assumption, seeing as you did nothing to prevent her from ogling and caressing you.”
“And because of her actions, you disrespected me and our relationship. More than that, you accosted one of the most valued members of our staff.”
“She came looking for trouble, Parker!”
“She came here to do her job. Something she does for Peyton, Savannah, Rose, and Remy as well. You’re the one who verbally attacked her the moment you opened your mouth. Goodness gracious, Ava, are you really that distrusting of people?”
“In general, no, but she pushed the wrong buttons and she did it deliberately.” She stabbed a finger at him. “And you didn’t help either. I warned you I don’t share and yet you allowed her to rub her tits against you.”
Parker sighed and rubbed his eyes. “In all honesty, I didn’t even notice.”
“Like hell you didn’t!”
“Ava, I have trained, scened, and lived among subs and trainees for the past eight years. The way they act towards us outside of the dungeon is nothing more than respectful friendship. They are as comfortable with us as we are with them. That doesn’t mean behind every touch is a bid for anything sexual. Least of all that we’re so desperate for a hot cunt that we’ll fuck them around every corner.” His face darkened. “For that fucking matter, I’m insulted that you believe I value our relationship and love so little that I’d be swayed by tits and swaying hips. I’m a Dom, Ava, which means I have stellar control over my body and every action I take … aroused or not. I don’t need or want to fuck anyone else but you … and that includes Madam Cherrie.”
Ava lowered her chin and stared at her hands. Listening to him made her realize she’d acted hastily and acknowledged it had been driven by jealousy. Add to that the pinch of insecurity that their love had happened so fast that maybe it was too good to be true. Trusting herself and her ability to hold onto a successful relationship had never come easy. She had to overcome it and quickly or she might lose the best thing that had ever happened to her.
“I … perhaps I allowed my passionate nature to act unwisely.” She grimaced as he chuckled at her choice of words.
“Your passionate nature, Ava?”
She cast a sour glare at him. He still had the same formidable look on his face. No doubt he fully intended to punish her. It might be wise not to taunt him further.
“Yes, but my jealousy sparked it,” she admitted in a soft mumble.
“Hmm. You do understand why it’s necessary to punish you.”
“I protected what’s mine. Surely that doesn’t constitute being wrong?”
“Protecting is one thing. Blatant disrespect toward me as your Dom in front of an employee and more importantly, devaluing our love, is quite something different.”
“If you put it like that, I guess you’re right.” She swallowed as her eyes dropped to the spatula. “But I would never devalue our love.”
“Proof is in the pudding as they say. I sincerely hope it won’t happen again.” He gestured to the denim shorts she wore. “Take them off, please.”
“I might deserve to be punished but I prefer your bare hand.”
“Maybe, but this misdemeanor requires a punishment tool more fitting to your crime. I want your ass bare. Now, Ava or I’ll add ten more to the count.”
Ava grumbled as she yanked off her shorts and panties. The last time he’d spanked her as punishment had been at Club Alpha Cove. She had sore butt cheeks for a week thereafter. She cringed just thinking of the pain that spatula was about to inflict on her tender behind.
He tapped the offending tool on the marble counter of the kitchen island. “Hop on here. I want you on all fours please.”
Ava just gaped at him. He could not be serious.
“I’m done repeating every instruction twice. For every time you hesitate, I add ten strikes.” His eyebrow twitched suavely. “We start at twenty.” His eyes narrowed as she still didn’t move. “Thirty it is.”
That spurred her into action. Luckily, she was athletic and agile and she managed to jump onto the counter without having to ask for his assistance. Her eyes spat fire at him as she rolled onto her hands and knees.
“Spread them.” He tapped the steel utensil against the insides of her knees. “Wider, Ava, to the edges of the counter.” He waited until she complied and then yanked her hips closer to the edge. “I suggest you don’t move, otherwise you’ll fall off. I’d hate to start over every time you do.”
Ava’s hands curled around the edge. The island was wide, which meant in the position he placed her in, her hips were almost flat on the surface. Through the thin cami top she wore, her breasts jiggled and her nipples teased the cold marble with every move she made. It wasn’t a comfortable position to be in and she would need to keep her muscles clenched to stay in place. It also meant the spanking was going to hurt like hell come to earth since she’d be unable to relax into each strike.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Holy fuck!” Ava cried as pain seared through her body. She swore she could feel every line left by the spatula and had no doubt they were imprinted on her ass as well.
Parker continued to wallop her behind. His determination was clear in that he didn’t hesitate between strikes and increased the heaviness the more that landed against her glowing skin. To him, it was a sight to behold—the white streaks left by the shape of the slots in the spatula surrounded by bright red stripes.
Ava lost the ability to count as pain was the only thing that filled her mind. She was sobbing and crying by the time he stopped.
“Oowwww! Fuck, fuck, fuck! she screamed as he squeezed her abused cheeks and rubbed his large hands in hard circles over them.
“Gorgeous glow you have. Ten more to go, Ava. Breathe in love. The first five are going to hurt like the devil.”
Before his words penetrated, the five strikes landed in quick succession across her spread open pussy. Her wails were proof of her shattered composure, but she didn’t lose form, clinging to the edge of the counter as if her life depended on it. Her breathing was haggard, as much as the raw sobs allowed her to drag oxygen into her lungs.
“Reach down with one hand and masturbate, Ava.”
She turned a tear stained face to stare at him over her shoulder.
“Y-you’re not f-fucking serious.”
“It was five. Now it’s fifteen.”
“I fucking h-hate you,” she whimpered as she released the stranglehold she had on the edge of the counter and reached down to gingerly stroke her clit.
“Do it properly, Ava. I want to see your juices glistening on your silky lips.”
“You’re a d-devil.”
“Don’t stop and make sure you come by the time the last strike falls.”
“No! I won’t be able … awwww! Ooowww!” The strikes that landed cut short her protest. Ava screamed, pleaded, sobbed, and cried through every strike while rubbing and pinching her clit. It wasn’t easy, especially since she couldn’t feel anything but the pain that was now the only constant in her life.