Page 16 of The Bodyguard and the Bombshell

Her mouth came open. “What?”

It was good to know he could surprise her. “It’s ten right now. Do you want to make it twenty? I assure you I can spank you for however long it takes.”

“Takes to what?”

He intended to make things plain to her. “Get you to understand I’m the Dom in this room and you don’t have to hide behind sarcasm. I asked for something of you, something that costs you nothing. You could tell me anything. You could tell me a lie, though I would prefer you didn’t. I asked you politely.”

“You did not. You didn’t ask at all,” she shot back, and then her nose wrinkled. “Fine. You want to know something about me? I didn’t plan on playing tonight. I had to borrow these clothes from a friend.”

She turned and did as he’d asked, leaning over the bench and placing her palms down on the padding. She wore a pair of boy shorts barely covering her luscious backside.

His cock tightened, and he moved in behind her. “Why were you here if you didn’t want to play?”

He let his hand find the curve of her cheeks, running over them before delving right past the hem of the shorts.

A gasp came out of her mouth. “I spend a lot of nights hanging out in the lounge or the locker room. My friends are usually here.”

He brought his hand back and then slapped her ass. Hard. It would be better if she was naked and he could see the way her flesh pinkened up, but the way her breathing hitched and her hands clutched the bench was more than enough. “Then why would you leave? If your friends are here?”

“This isn’t fair, Sir. You said one thing.” She’d turned her face toward him, a stubborn expression in her eyes. “Now I’m getting the spanking and all the questions.”

He slapped her cheeks again, sending a low groan through her. “Fine. Ask me something.”

“Why did you leave Australia?”

Another hard smack. She couldn’t know it, but it was precisely the question he didn’t want to answer. But she’d been honest with him. “I was in the Army. I thought I would be there for life. It turned out to not be what I needed, so I worked my parents’ station for a while. You would call it a ranch. Being a cowboy wasn’t for me either. So why did I leave Australia? I suppose I’m trying to find myself, though it sounds ridiculous.”

Her head dropped forward when he smacked her right cheek. “No, it doesn’t. It sounds real. Thank you for sharing with me, Sir. I’m leaving the club for the same reasons. I thought I could find what I needed here, but I didn’t. All I found was frustration.”

He didn’t get it. She was fucking gorgeous. If he’d taken her into the club in Sydney, he would have to fight to keep the damn Doms off her. “You’ll find frustration tonight, but I want you to trust it’ll pay off. I promise. You can curse my name, love, but you’ll be calling it out by the end of the evening.”

He peppered her ass with three quick slaps, moving them around.

“It already is better than anything I’ve had, Sir. I didn’t…I didn’t realize how much I needed this,” she said, her voice shaky. “I haven’t gotten spanked since my training, and it didn’t feel like this.”

The only reason to come to a club like this was to serve a need deep inside, to find acceptance inside a community of like-minded people. What had happened to Dee? He wanted to push her, to figure out her situation, but that served his needs, not hers.

If he gave her what she required, would she dismiss him at the end of the night? Or would she take the mask off and get real with him.

Was this feeling what he’d been chasing all his life?

Another two smacks. He kept a careful count. “I’ve had a sub before, but it was more about training. I was the one being trained, of course.”

Her lips curled up, and then she huffed out a laugh as he spanked her again. “I like how open you are. Sometimes Doms don’t admit they need any training at all. Like they were born knowing how to spank a girl.”

“Or a guy.” He slowed down because they were approaching the end of her punishment. One more smack, and this time he held his hand to her cheek, feeling the ample curve of her arse. “I trained with her for six months and then I bounced around. Being in the Army isn’t conducive to having a D/s relationship in a long-term sense. One more, love. Are you ready?”

“If I say no, will you keep going?” she asked.

He smacked her pretty cheek hard, sending a shiver through her. “No, because there’s something else I need. I want you naked and bound. I want to frustrate you in the sweetest way. You say you haven’t experienced what you should have. Well, I’m going to change that tonight. Stand.”

She raised herself up. Her skin was flushed, and her hair mussed. She looked like sex to him. “You’re a bossy man.”

He wasn’t. He was an easygoing man. He’d learned from a young age his size alone intimidated people, so he had to carefully control himself. He kept his anger in check along with all those other pesky emotions. He was the guy who never let anything shake his calm. Calm was getting boring. “You remember what I said. Turn around and I’ll get you out of your corset. Unless you want me to cut it off you. I’ve got a wicked-sharp knife. It would be quicker.”

She seemed to take the threat seriously, turning and holding her arms out so he could easily get at the stays. “Not my corset. I’m already going to have to have it cleaned. I would prefer not to have to replace it. I’m afraid things haven’t been easy on the job front.”

He quickly worked the ties, a skill he’d learned at the hands of his training sub. She’d been slightly older and kind. He’d enjoyed his relationship with her, including some fairly filthy sex.

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