Grant stood over me, his large hand still pressed to my rear. Everyone in the room stared at us, the sexual hum broken. I tried to slip into Grant’s mind, but his dark thoughts blocked me. The only thing I could read was, “Obey.” The way he’d been acting convinced me Grant had not been hypnotized. Now he seemed very intent on his own needs. Without warning, his hand lifted and smacked down with more force than the first time. My legs quivered as a current of heat shot through me. No one had ever pulled the dominant kink on me before, and if Grant wasn’t hypnotized, this could be his idea of a big joke. Or it was the darker side I always sensed in him. I ignored my desire to explore. A spanking was hardly bondage, but there was no way to know exactly how far he wanted to push. I couldn’t let Grant win, so I stood and turned to face him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
