Page 40 of Hidden Away

Brian’s villa was becoming their own little private oasis.

Once they were inside, there was no need to worry about anyone seeing them. No need to worry that someone might walk by or overhear them or anything like that. Which she was more worried about tonight because she felt like Iris might suspect something.

She could tell from the expression on Brian’s face when she’d asked about how he’d acted when he followed her that he hadn’t thought about being secretive at all. Which… she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Part of her loved that he’d come barreling after her, loved the idea that he might have even been jealous, yet that wasn’t the plan. It wasn’t the bargain.

She wasn’t supposed to want him to feel jealous because they weren’t supposed to be letting emotions get involved. This was a one-week thing.

Maybe he’d just been jealous because they had agreed to be exclusive for the week. He was feeling possessive because the week wasn’t up yet. That seemed like a very Dom thing to do. Her ex hadn’t been super possessive except when they were at the club around other Doms.

Brian had seen her with another Dom, and the whole Alpha instinct thing had kicked in. Or something.

It probably didn’t have anything to do with her.

Which was maybe not the best thought to be having when he was bending her over the end of his couch.

“You have the most incredibly spankable ass,” he said, running his hand over the anatomy in question.

That made her feel better.

The attraction between them was real, even if the possessiveness was situational. She could deal with that.

“Are you just gonna rub it, or are you gonna spank it?” she quipped, feeling a little extra sassy as she shook her ass at him, dropping her head down to lift her bottom up more. She braced for impact, but it didn’t happen.

Dammit.

Instead, she clenched as he tugged on the base of the plug in her ass and twirled it, spinning it inside her. The sensations made her gasp.

“Good girls don’t top from the bottom,” he chided, pulling on the plug as if he was going to remove it before letting it go again so her ass spasmed around it.

“Whoever said I was a good girl?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him. Though she did like hearing the words, her go-to responses tended to be brat-tastic.

“You can be good when you want to be,” he replied. “I think you just like pushing people to see what happens.”

Ouch. That had enough truth to sting in a way that wasn’t sexy at all. It was similar to what Damian had said when they’d had the fight right before they broke up.

Rae made another face at Brian before his hand came down on her ass, giving her the little jolt of stinging pain that her body was craving, and her head dropped down again.

Yes, please.

This was what she wanted.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Not uncomfortable introspection.

She wanted to feel.

“Good girls get fun spankings.” His hand came down again on the other side of her ass, just hard enough that she went up on her toes with a little gasp as the combined plain and pleasure rolled through her. “Do you want to be my good girl, Rae?”

“Yes.”

This time, his hand came down on her thigh, and she jumped, bouncing in place.

Ow, ow, ow!

Thigh spankings hurt.

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