Page 30 of Salacious Desires

The décor is lacking. My housekeeper has helped me out and hung a few things to make it look like someone lives here, at least, but it’s pretty much a bare canvas for Lily to do whatever she wants.

Shit. Am I seriously thinking about her moving in? What’s wrong with me? This is why Shay couldn’t handle me. I was too over the top. Too much.

“Do you want something to drink? A glass of wine or champagne? I have juice or soda, too.”

She turns toward me, contemplating. “I’ve never had wine. Is it good?”

Every time she tells me she hasn’t tried something, I get a little more pissed off, but I also love that I get to experience so many firsts with her.

“It is. I’ll give you a small glass, and if you don’t like it, we can dump it.”

After I pour some drinks, I motion around the open living room. “Sit and make yourself at home, baby. Let’s relax and talk for a bit.”

She gives me a grateful smile and lowers herself to the couch. I sit next to her and set our drinks on the coffee table.

“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to act,” she whispers, fidgeting nervously.

Unable to stop myself, I reach over, pluck her from her spot, and move her onto my lap. She wiggles at first, her ass rubbing against my cock, but she freezes as soon as she feels it.

“You’re supposed to act just like you, Lily. I want you.”

Slowly, I rub my hand up and down her spine. After a few seconds, she starts to relax.

“Ask me questions, baby. I see them swirling in those pretty brown eyes.”

She lets out a soft giggle. “I don’t know if I like how well you can read me.”

I slide my hand up and gently wrap my fist in her hair, giving a soft tug. “I promise you, baby, you’re going to love how well I read you when you’re on the verge of an orgasm and I push you right over the edge.”

A shiver runs through her as she squirms on my lap. “Oh.”

Amused with her simple response, I chuckle and tug her hair again. “Ask your questions, pretty girl.”

“Okay. The information sheets you gave me about BDSM say that some Doms give their subs rules to obey outside of the bedroom and that if they disobey those rules, they could be subject to punishments. Is that the type of Dom that you are?”

“Yes,” I say, and she instantly tenses. “Let me explain, though. I would only give you rules that are meant for your health and safety. For instance, always wearing your seatbelt in a car would be a rule. If I caught you not wearing one, I would probably put you over my knee and spank you, as long as that was an acceptable punishment that we’d agreed on already. I’d never give you rules about things like who you’re friends with or what you watch on TV or how much dessert you want to eat or things like that. Does that make sense?”

She relaxes again and nods. “Yes. Thank you for explaining. I guess I was asking because I had so many rules I had to abide by before, and it always felt like I couldn’t do anything without breaking one of them.”

“They were assholes, baby. Abusive assholes.”

A grin spreads, and her eyes sparkle. “They are assholes, aren’t they? Major assholes. I like that word.”

I chuckle and lower my face to her hair, taking in a whiff of her delicate scent. “Oh, baby girl. You’re so fucking cute.”

“I’ve never cussed before. It’s fun. And it feels good. I wonder why it’s so satisfying?”

“Probably because each time you do it, you know you’re rebelling against them, and it’s freeing for you.”

“It really is. Assholes. Big fucking assholes.” She giggles, and I’m in heaven. My girl. She’s stronger than she appears at first. “Do spankings hurt? It seems like a lot of the people at the club enjoy receiving them.”

“They can hurt. They can also be very erotic and sensual. And sometimes, they give a person an emotional release. It all depends on the person and what their needs are. I enjoy giving sensual spankings, but I will also give discipline spankings if it’s warranted.”

The air around us is thick with sexual tension before she turns to me and says something I never expected.

“I’d like you to spank me. I think it might be something I’d enjoy.”

CHAPTER 13

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