Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
That it had been a release.
“You want a spanking?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Guess we should get started on those punishments in the naughty book.”
Which she also had to get rid of.
Because she didn’t really want all the punishments that were listed in it.
“Indie,” he said firmly. “Do you want a spanking?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want to see if it will help me release everything. I just . . . I want to try.”
“You’re sure you’re healed enough?” Quaid asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s been eight weeks. I feel good now. No twinges. No pain. Although I don’t know that I’d want to lie over your lap on my incision.”
“Definitely not,” he said. Then he stood with her in his arms. He set her down on her feet and pointed to the bed. “Stand facing it. Pants and panties completely off. Lean down and put your hands on the bed, legs apart. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
She moved to the bed and stripped off her bottom half before bending over and putting her ass on display.
When he didn’t do anything, she started to shift around impatiently. She could feel her face growing hot.
Was he staring at her bottom?
“Slade said he discussed anal sex with you,” he said. “He told me that you loved having your hole fingered.”
Oh God.
Had he just said that?
“Well?”
Smack!
His hand landed on one ass cheek.
“Yes!” she cried.
“That’s better,” he told her darkly. “You need to always tell me the truth, baby girl. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whimpered as he parted her cheeks.
Was he just looking at her?
That was embarrassing.
Finally, he let her cheeks go and smacked his hand down on her ass again.
He spanked her several times before stopping and rubbing her ass. Was that it? Sure, it hurt, but it didn’t really help her.
“What’s your safeword?” he asked.
“Onion.”
“Good. Use it if you need to. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl.”
A shudder of desire ran through her.
Then he smacked his hand down again. This time she lost track of the number of times he slapped her ass. They weren’t hard or fast. But it did go on for a long time, until her ass was heated and throbbing and there were tears tracking down her face. She didn’t realize it at first . . . not registering how blurry her vision had become.
A sob broke free.
And that is when the dam broke and she started to sob. Big, fat sobs as tears raced down her cheeks.
Quaid stopped immediately and gathered her into his arms. He moved them so they were lying on their sides on the bed facing each other.
His arms wrapped around her tightly, just holding her as she cried. The tears felt cathartic. Like she was exorcising some demons. They’d probably return, but for the moment, she was letting go of them as much as she could.
And she was feeling again.
It was terrifying and overwhelming, and without him, she would have felt so lost.
But he kept her grounded, holding her until she was spent.
Closing her eyes, she snuggled close and drifted into nothingness.
72
Quaid glanced over as the door to the playroom opened and Slade walked in.
His eyes widened as he took them in.
“Is everything all right? You spanked her?” There was a note of surprise in Slade’s voice that Quaid understood. They had been treating her like she was made of glass, as though she might break at any moment.
“She asked for one. She needed it to let go. To cry and get some relief from all the emotions trapped inside her.”
Slade nodded. “She’s been hiding her real emotions. Withdrawing from us. I hate it.”
They all did.
“I’ve got her now,” Quaid said.
“Good. I might just go to the club for a few hours.”
Quaid nodded. “Thanks. I’d appreciate it.” He wasn’t ready to give up this time alone with her.
“She’s gonna heal us all, Quaid,” Slade told him.
“She already is.”
“Oh, a letter arrived for her if she wants to look at it. I tried showing it to her last week but she wasn’t interested.”
Quaid nodded and kissed the top of her head after Slade left. He loved the guys. But he wasn’t quite ready to share.
Indie started to stir, opening her eyes. She stared around her, then sat up with a gasp. “Hope!”
“It’s all right,” Quaid told her. “She’s safe at the hospital with Spencer and Rock. Here, they just sent a photo.”
It was one of Rock sitting bare chested with tiny Hope against his chest. Even Quaid, with his limited emotional abilities, could see how fucking cute that was.
“Ohh, that’s adorable,” she said, running her finger over the image.
Then she winced and moved onto her knees. “Ouch. My bottom hurts.”
“That’s generally what happens after a spanking,” he told her.
She pouted. “Should we go back to the hospital now?”
Quaid shook his head. “Nope. We’re spending the whole night here and you’re going to get some sleep, young lady.”