Page 9 of Over the Line

She frowned. “Sir?”

“Allow your mind to wander?”

“I…”

“Are you always living in the future, Sydney, rather than enjoying the moment?”

“I thought you weren’t going to psychoanalyze me, Sir.”

He laughed. The sound unnerved her, as if he knew she were trying to goad him into action.

At least fifteen more seconds dragged past before he lightly spanked her right buttock. This time, there was no heat, making her wonder if he really was worth the effort. After all, the night was young, and there were plenty of other Tops here. She could find someone else, get a few orgasms, and be home in bed before midnight.

“Relax.” He tapped a few times on her left buttock. “Enjoy it.”

Easier said than done.

He continued the light smacks, hardly varying the intensity but sometimes the location.

She exhaled in a frustrated rush.

“Give me what I want, Sydney, and I’ll make sure you get what you want.”

“And what is that, exactly?”

He didn’t respond. From her upside-down position, she saw him take a step back. “Sir?”

“To move at my speed. I’m watching your reactions, learning your body. You might be impatient, but you are getting aroused.”

Since the gentle breeze whispered on her exposed parts, cooling her, he might be right.

“I know I’m asking you to step outside your comfort zone, maybe beyond what you’ve experienced before. Would you be willing to trust me for a little while?”

Suspicion and doubt warred in her. “How long?”

“Give me five minutes. If you’re not happy after that time, I’ll give you an ass blistering you’ll never forget.”

Her ass tightened at his words. The first part of his sentence had been kind, the second part clipped. The way he used his voice made her react in a visceral way.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

He chuckled—the sound as sexy as it was diabolical. “Are your manners always this atrocious?”

His casual comment made her bristle.

“I don’t know the extent of your training, and some couples don’t follow protocols. But I’ve corrected you a couple of times already. And you’ve continued to leave Sir out of your sentences, and you are not addressing me as Master Michael. Perhaps no one’s demanded good behavior from you before, or maybe you’re intentionally trying to live up to your reputation, I don’t know. But if we continue on from here, you will comply with my requirements.”

In an underwater competition, she’d gone without breathing for almost three minutes, so surely she could get through this frustratingly long discussion. “Yes, Sir.”

He spanked her right buttock hard.

Yes. So, so much better.

“Did I get your attention?” he asked, rubbing the tender spot.

Playing his game, giving him what he demanded, she replied, “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

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