The Affair: Week 6 Read Online Free PDF

would hurt. Her clit tingled with excitement. She’d didn’t relish the idea of pain. The idea of being at Vanni’s mercy was what excited her. Her fingers ran over the thin crop and the square slapper at the end. She touched the leather lashes on the flogger, but her hand dropped quickly away. It reminded her too much of that night she watched him and Astrid. The idea of him doing something similar to her left her feeling almost unbearably sexually excited, but also intimidated, because she’d felt so cast a sea on that night, like she was a novice watching two professionals in gaping wonder and confusion.
    But she was learning a few things . . .
    She reached, removing the polished, long wood paddle that was about two and a half feet long and four inches wide. Heat scalded her cheeks when she saw Vanni’s small smile as she handed it to him. Was that a glint of triumph in his eyes? It suddenly felt impossible to meet his stare.
    “You’ll have to take your strokes on a paddling bench with that large of a paddle,” he said gently. “Is that all right?”
    “What’s a paddling bench?”
    “It’s a padded bench that you kneel on to receive the punishment. I could have you bend over with that paddle, but I’d prefer the bench today. You will be completely exposed to me, but you’ll be comfortable.” He seemed to notice her hesitation. “You can choose another paddle if you prefer. With a shorter one, I could paddle you across my knee.”
    She shook her head, her throat too constricted to speak.
    “Go out into the bedroom then, and get undressed. I’ll join you in a moment.” He reached up and swept his forefinger along her cheek and jaw, his actions striking her as very tender. She walked past him, not taking a full breath until she stood by the bed. A shadow was cast on the balcony outside the French doors now, leaving the room cool and comfortable. In the distance, the Mediterranean sparkled like a jewel in the bright sunshine.
    The sea breeze tickled her sensitive nipples and the skin of her belly and thighs a moment later when she removed her panties—the last item of clothing she wore. She swept her hand along a buttock, imagining how hot it would soon be from the paddle. She dropped it guiltily to her side when she heard Vanni’s step, and turned to face him. Her eyes widened when she saw him carrying a wooden bench in one hand, and the paddle in the other. The wooden stool was about two and a half or three feet tall. It was unique, with a long leather center cushion at the top to lie on and a cushioned ledge on either side, where the knees and hands would rest. She would be spread if she took that position, her bottom at the edge of the bench, an easy target . . .
    “We’ll make this very simple,” he said quietly, his gaze lowering over her as he came closer, making her already tingling skin prickle in awareness. He set down the bench. She realized he held more than the paddle in his other hand. She glanced down nervously and saw he held the dual vibrator he always used on her. Her clit twanged with excitement, her body having become conditioned to the pleasure that would follow the vision of the little device.
    “I’m going to put this in you,” he said, holding up the vibrator. “I enjoy giving you little punishments, but I only want them to arouse you. Do you need lubrication?”
    His question mortified her. True, she’d gone soft and wet for him when he’d kissed and touched her earlier, but it’d been choosing that paddle while he’d watched her with that hawklike gaze of his that had truly got her ready. She shook her head, staring at his tie.
    “I’ve told you that’s a good thing, Emma,” he chided quietly. “It pleases me, that choosing your mode of punishment excited you.”
    She gave him a dry glance and rolled her eyes to diminish her embarrassment. His smiled widened as he went to set the paddle on the table.
    He held up the vibrator expectantly as he returned, and