Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“They do get all the treats.”
She slid off his lap and he knew he had her.
At least for now.
Chapter Five
In which an ass is smacked and our hero wishes the darkness could last forever…
Treats. What he’d said was true. She could be as bratty as she liked and the most she got was Big Tag threatening to put her on double nursery duty. No one ever dropped everything he was doing and demanded she lie over his lap for some much needed discipline.
It had been a long time since she’d had a Dom of her own, and even then Tommy had been more about getting through it so he could have sex. He hadn’t been a bad guy. He just hadn’t been the right one for her.
She’d always thought in the back of her head that she would have that moment, the one where she looked across the crowded dungeon and she just knew. One day her Dom would come and he would sweep her off her feet and he wouldn’t make her fall madly in love with him and then leave without saying good-bye or even giving her more than a single kiss.
She bit back a groan because she wasn’t going to think about Jared tonight. Not when she had a Dom saying the right things, one who wouldn’t break her heart if he left because she wasn’t going to get too involved.
A Dom who knew what he was talking about. Spankings were treats with the right Dom. With the right Dom she would have to walk into the dungeon and wonder if he was watching because he would always be looking for a reason to smack her ass silly and then make her do nasty things to make up for her bad behavior.
She probably had paternal issues, but she didn’t care. She knew what she wanted and right now it was to see how well Sir could take care of her.
Maybe he would be terrible at spanking. He could hit too hard or not hard enough. He could have terrible rhythm. It was dark. He could miss and end up hitting Jesse or the food. Then she wouldn’t have to be so damn curious about him.
There was soft carpet under her knees. She knew this part of the dungeon well. The floor was stained concrete, but someone had known more than one set of knees would likely hit the ground tonight. She reached up and felt the leather of Sir’s pants. It was easier than she’d thought it would be to position herself over his lap.
She immediately had to draw in a hard breath because Sir’s hand did not have trouble in the dark. He might have struggled to find her forehead with his lips, but his hand seemed magnetized to her ass cheeks. He caressed her and she could feel he hadn’t lost any steam.
She didn’t need to see his dick to know how long and hard it could get.
“It’s a count of thirty,” he said, his voice deep and rich. “You can stop me at any time. All you have to do is say your safe word. What is it?”
“I use red because sometimes when I’m involved I forget the cutesy ones.”
“Red it is, then.”
The smack of his hand on her ass sounded like thunder in the quiet of the space. Pain flared through her, making her eyes water, but even as the fire spiked she already knew this was going to be perfect.
The room seemed to have gone silent, the sound of her flesh being slapped echoing through. They were listening, every one of them wondering which brat had managed to piss off her brand-new Dom so quickly. Pervs. She loved it. She would proudly tell everyone she was the one who’d taken the first spanking of the celebrations.
A treat between her and Sir.
A treat that was making tears drip from her eyes and dirty words bite on her tongue because she wasn’t foolish enough to say them at this point. She wasn’t sure how Sir would take her unleashing an unholy amount of fucks into their disciplinary time.
Over and over he slapped her ass, somehow never seeming to hit the same spot too many times. He was an experienced Dom, not a baby. He was probably older, maybe a gorgeous silver fox.
Oh, wouldn’t that be wonderful? A man who knew who he was, who’d lived a life and wanted to find some peace with a sub he could care about, share the rest of his time with.
She could do that.
“Where are you?” his deep voice asked.
He’d only given her half of what he’d promised, but again he was proving to be a careful Dom by making sure she verbally acknowledged how she felt. He couldn’t see her so verbal cues would be everything to him.