The Director's Cut by Js Taylor (if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud txt) 📕

I sit frozen as he walks across the huge hotel suite and vanishes into another aspect of the room.

Then in a moment, he’s back again. And I see in his hand, he’s holding the riding crop.

Chapter 14

I feel my breath constrict as I eye the riding crop in his hand.

“Is that what you’re going to use?” I ask, my eyes following him, and he walks towards me.

“Yes.” He says the word without emotion or explanation.

This is it then. This is what he means to do. Am I ready for it?

We’re a few metres apart now. James stands, the riding crop held slightly apart from his body.

His demeanour has changed. The crop seems almost part of him. His stance is harder, his expression stern.

I feel myself swallow.

James has disciplined me before, but it always felt a little like a sexy game. This seems more serious.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask, my voice quivering.

“Yes.”

My stomach lurches. But I catch something in his face, something which suggests that maybe this is a game after all.

“Badly?” I ask.

“No.”

The hardness in James’s face is transfused with a flash of warmth. Then it closes up again, and he’s back in character.

My eyes fall to the crop, standing rigidly apart from his body.

I can still refuse. Even with the bet and everything else. I sense this is the moment when I could stop.

I think back to what he did for me today. Becoming part of his own method. Opening up.

I set my face. “Then tell me what to do,” I say, mustering up as much bravery as I can manage. My body is already responding to the scenario, flushing me with warmth. But I have no idea how I’ll feel if he actually uses the crop on me.

James gives me a look of admiration. Then slowly, he raises the crop and taps it against his palm. As though he’s considering.

Do I want him to do this?

Deep within me, I feel an insatiable lust roar up.

I want this so badly, I realise. I want everything about him. And right now, I am prepared to endure pain to get it.

James smacks the crop against his palm, and the sudden crack makes me jump.

Once again, feelings of fear flood in. I have no idea what I’m letting myself in for.

James’s eyes roam around the room, and settle on a small writing desk.

Using the crop, he points towards it.

“Walk over to the desk,” he says.

A thrill of lust and fear mixed pulses through me. It’s such an intense feeling, that when I stand to do as he asks, my legs feel weak beneath me.

James watches as I pad across the carpet to the desk. I’m wearing the leather knee-high boots he bought me, and it passes my mind that I should have taken them off.

I reach the desk, and turn to him, questioningly.

“Put both palms flat against it,” he orders.

Slowly, I flat my palms against the shining wood.

In a second, he’s behind me. I can feel how hard he is.

He places the riding crop on the desk. Just a few inches in front of my hands.

Then he’s hitching up my skirt and roughly pulling my panties down.

I feel myself convulse at his touch.

“Keep still,” he says.

He’s silent for a moment. I feel suddenly shamed and vulnerable to be standing with my panties half down and my skirt hitched above my waist.

Then I feel his mouth at my ear, and my eyes close. I love the way he smells.

He leans in front of me and picks up the riding crop.

“Slide your hands forward,” he whispers, so you’re bent completely over the desk.”

I push my hands along the smooth wood until my stomach is flat against the desk. My naked behind is now pointing upwards towards him.

I feel his hand graze over it, and my entire body tingles.

“Do you want to be punished, Isabella?”

Do I? I can’t deny the fact, that part of me wants this.

“Yes,” I admit in a small voice.

And then I hear the riding crop whistle through the air and connect to my behind with a crack.

Oh!

My whole body jumps as the end of the crop strikes. The sensation is completely unexpected. It’s intense, but it’s concentrated in such a small area, that it’s not painful, as I feared. In fact, it’s thrilling.

I feel my nerve endings come alight in a network of hot pleasure.

There’s another crack, and I feel the crop hit another area of my behind. I flinch again, as the sparkling feeling radiates out from where I’ve been struck.

Then comes another. And it’s as though my behind is being brought to another level of sensation.

Wherever the crop strikes, it’s as though an ice cube has been touched against the skin. The feeling radiates out in a delicious mix of cool and warmth.

“Open your legs,” says James.

Is he going to strike me there? The thought is compelling and terrifying all at once.

Slowly, I inch apart the top of my thighs.

Thwack!

I feel the crop hit me between the legs, and I gasp. I feel as though I could have almost reached orgasm in that sudden slight contact. It was such a strong sensation.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” asks James.

I nod into the desk. It’s what I want more than anything. My body is burning for him.

“Say it,” he demands.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I’m expecting him to drive into me from behind. But instead, he pulls me up, away from the desk, so I’m standing, facing him.

Then he kisses me, and the world disappears as my body melts into his. I can feel the crop in his hand, hard against my thigh, and the feeling adds another kind of fission to the kiss. More than anything, I want this man.

He lifts me up, keeping his mouth on mine, and places me on the desk. I am sat facing him, and he stands between my legs. Then he reaches down and pulls my panties full away, letting