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Jace~

I kept conversation casual on the ride to the beach house. I wanted her on edge, and, from the look in Lisa’s eyes and the unnatural quiet from her side of things, it was working. Once we arrived at the house, which was set on a quiet cul-de-sac with backyard access to the beach, I parked the car and we climbed out. It was a gorgeous day, the sky blue, the smell of the ocean heavy in the air. Lisa had attempted to bring a duffel bag full of clothes with her, but I hadn’t allowed it. This weekend, I was in charge. Of everything. And I had packed all that I needed and then some. The thought of it all made me smile.

“Let’s go in, Lisa.” With a hand at her back, I led her toward the front door. For a minute, it was like walking a condemned man to the electric chair.

“Relax, you’ll be fine.”

“Easy for you to say. I wasn’t even allowed to bring a bikini!”

“You won’t be doing much lounging, so I didn’t see the point. I have everything you need right here. And, remember, this weekend is all about submission. Yours.”

“I don’t really know what you mean.”

I shrugged a shoulder and dug the house key from inside my pocket. “You’re a smart girl, Lees. At least, you used to be. You’ll figure it out.” I pushed the door open. “After you.”

She hesitated at the threshold. I merely raised an eyebrow and she took the step into the house. I shut the door behind us and dropped the duffel bag, anxious to begin.

“I have some friends coming for dinner tonight.”

“Who?”

“You’ll see later. I was hoping you’d make your chocolate cake for dessert.”

“You want me to bake for you?” she asked, her expression dubious.

I nodded. “It’s one of the things I want you to do.”

“Fine.” She turned to head toward the kitchen, but I grabbed her arm.

“Uh-uh. Not so fast. Living room first.”

She hesitated but went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I dug out her first outfit and followed her in.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Your apron.”

“Um, okay. I think there’s an apron in the kitchen.”

“I wanted something special. Up.”

She stood and I took the seat she vacated.

“Oh, I want that icing, too, the dark chocolate one. And raspberry jam between the layers.”

She made a face. She hated that I put jam on cake. What could I say? I liked jam.

“Fine. Give me the apron so I can get to work.”

“First things first. Stand here,” I said, pointing to a spot a few feet directly in front of me. She rolled her eyes, again, and stood where I’d said then looked at me with a what now, dickhead expression on her face

“Strip.”

“What?” Shock. That was what I was going for.

“You heard me. Strip.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not.” I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, readying myself to enjoy the show.

“Come on, Jace.”

“You’ll call me Sir while we’re here this weekend.”

Her eyes grew wider, and I swore her nipples hardened beneath the white T-shirt she wore. The latter came as a surprise.

“Lisa?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am.”

“You didn’t say anything about this!”

“I said whatever I deemed necessary. And I deem this necessary.” Up until that moment, I spoke casually, enjoying the exchange, her resistance. But, now, it was time to take charge and show her I meant business. “Now, get naked,” I said, my tone low, my gaze stern, as I settled deeper into my seat, my cock already beginning to stir in anticipation.

“Fine. You want to see me naked? Jerk. Then just fine.” She pulled her T-shirt over her head, the glare in her eyes telling of her anger. “I don’t know what you think it will accomplish—”

I stopped smiling and cut her off. “For one thing, it will help to humble you. Now, stop with the back talk and get naked. You agreed to this, remember that.”

“I hate you.” She pushed her jeans off, sliding her sandals off as she did, then undid her bra. I watched while she cupped each breast, covering herself for one moment longer, her neck and face turning a pretty pink, her eyes wider now, the badass attitude from moments ago vanishing as she stood before me, readying to bare herself to my gaze. I cleared my throat and she finally had to let go of her bra and allow her full, heavy breasts free. I swallowed. Christ. They were fucking perfect. More than a handful but pert, big dark nipples hard. My cock stiffened as I scanned her almost naked body, her petite shoulders, narrow waist, the swell of full but not heavy hips. When I met her gaze, it was one of a different Lisa. A Lisa who was quiet and uncertain. A Lisa you wanted to wrap your arms around and protect. This was good, but it wasn’t enough. I nudged at her to get rid of her panties.

“Naked means no clothes, Lisa. Finish it.”

She swallowed, lowering her lashes, at least while she slid her panties down and stepped out of them. When she straightened, her face had gone from soft pink to a much more satisfying crimson. Humility was a good trait, one she lacked.

“Hands at the back of your head.”

She tightened her lip, glaring again, but complied, and I smiled.

“That’s a good girl.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“Quiet.”

Oddly, she complied. I made a point of dragging my gaze over every inch of her, taking in the soft, tanned flesh before coming to rest on the prize, the slit of her sex. Her pussy was shaved bare, pretty, although there wasn’t much about pussy that wasn’t pretty. Looking at Lisa’s made me wonder how wet she’d be if I touched her now. If she was at least a little aroused.

Because from the slight scent I picked up, I suspected she was. I pulled the light pink apron with its ruffled, flower- patterned edges from the bag and stood, not attempting to hide the tent of my erection, knowing she saw it too. I walked behind her, getting an eyeful of that beautiful, full, pristine ass that I bet had never been spanked. Lisa remained in position, obedient, with her hands clasped at the back of her head. I reached around to set the apron in place, both of us catching our breath when my fingers grazed her waist. I tied a tight bow and stepped back to have a look. The little scrap of fabric almost framed her ass, and, when I walked around to face her again, I saw it just barely reached the very tops of her thighs, giving one the slightest view of that pretty little pussy.

Her eyes were lowered when I returned my attention to her face. “I’d send you right into the kitchen, but I believe you called me a jerk a little while ago. For that, you’ll stand with your nose touching the corner for five minutes. Right there. Hop to it.”

“W—what?” She had to clear her throat and her voice came out small.

“Corner time.” I pointed to the spot. “Nose and toes touch the wall. Five minutes. I’ll set my watch once you’re in position.”

Uncertainty gave way to irritation and she glared, opened her mouth to speak, but somehow kept her arms in place, stomped her foot, and walked to the corner, assuming the position, waiting. I smiled and sat back down, knowing the minute I was alone, I’d be jerking off in my hand to the vision of that ass on display and waiting to be spanked by me. I fished the cell phone out of my pocket and read through some texts, or pretended to. My gaze shifted often to the penitent in the corner. She stood remarkably still and, even more remarkably, silent, giving herself over to submission more easily than I’d expected she would. But perhaps what I’d expect of her in the coming hours would test that surrender.

When the five minutes were up, I went to her. I slapped her ass, making her jump. She grabbed it and turned to face me, her expression making me laugh out loud.

“Corner time’s over. Go get baking, Lisa. Our guests will be here before you know it. You don’t want to be in this little apron when they do.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I would. You won’t be allowed to leave the kitchen until the cake is baked, iced, and the kitchen spotless.”

“Who’s coming over?”

“Friends. Don’t worry, you know them.”

Her face sank. “Jace, please —”

I turned away. “I’m going out for a swim. Kitchen is stocked, so get to it.”

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