Page 37 of Take Me, Sir

She walked past me, stopped, and turned. With her gaze firmly on me, she slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, pooling at her feet. The black lace panties and bra she wore covered just enough to tease.

I kicked off my shoes and yanked my shirt over my head. “Do you remember the safe word I gave you?”

“Red.” She stepped out of her heels. “I'll use it if I need to,” she continued. “I trust you.”

I covered the distance between us in two long strides and grabbed her, pulling her against my chest as I claimed her mouth. My erection pressed against her stomach through my pants, and I poured my sexual tension into the kiss. Her arms wrapped around my waist, hands moving up and down my back before dropping to grab my ass. I growled against her lips and bit the bottom one. The sound she made went straight to my cock, and I shuddered.

When she tried to unbutton my pants, I released her, taking a step back. A surge of pride went through me when she stumbled, her expression dazed. I loved how responsive she was to me. Now we were going to see how responsive she was to the Dom in me.

“Did I give you permission to try to take my pants off?”

She shook her head, eyes wide.

“Sofa.” I pointed. “Bend over the arm for your punishment.”

She swallowed hard, and I waited to see if it was too much. Then she turned and walked over to the sofa and leaned over it, putting that delicious ass on display.

“I'm going to spank you,” I said as I moved toward her. My hands were almost shaking, and I focused on steadying them. I'd never had such an intense, visceral reaction to a woman before.

I stopped behind her, smiling when I put my hands on her hips, and she twitched. I slid my hands over her ass, loving the contrast between her soft skin and the thin fabric of her panties. When I hooked my fingers around the elastic, her muscles tensed, then relaxed.

“There's a good lass,” I murmured as I eased her panties down her legs. I kissed one cheek, then the other, before helping her step out of them.

“You get more British when you're turned on.”

I chuckled as I stood again. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

I unhooked the clasps of her bra and let it fall to the cushions. Her breasts hung beneath her, nipples a perfect dusky rose. I reached underneath her and pinched her nipples, making her gasp.

“I asked a question.”

“Good,” she said. “Definitely good.”

“Now, let's see to that punishment.”

I allowed myself a moment to enjoy the anticipation of what I was about to do. I might not have been her first lover, but I planned on being her first in other ways, and I would revel in every second of it.

I started easy, a light smack that would sting a bit, but not really hurt. A second one to the other side and she shivered. I did it again, harder this time, and she made a small sound, then arched her back, pushing her ass back toward me. Two more that left pink marks on her skin.

“Do you understand why you're being punished, love?” I asked as I smacked her ass again, her cheeks heating up beneath my palm.

“Because I tried to take your pants off,” she said.

Another pair of cracks hard enough to make my hand sting. “Because you didn't ask permission. I'm in charge, love.”

I slipped my hand down between her legs, groaning as her arousal dripped onto my fingers. Some women took a while to get warmed up, and maybe what she'd watched at the club had gotten her going, but I was sure a part of it was just her.

“When we're like this, I'm in charge of your body.” I slipped my finger into her pussy. “Of your pain.” I used my free hand to spank her hard enough to make her gasp. “Of your pleasure.” I let my finger brush over her clit, and she shuddered.

“Yes, Sir.”

I closed my eyes. Fuck. She was such a beautifully strong woman that to hear her submit so perfectly was intoxicating. I took a step back and admired the bright pink shade of her skin as I finished undressing.

“Come with me.” I held out a hand to her and smiled as she took it.

Her eyes widened as I led her over to the large picture window that looked out over the city. I'd never let anyone else see her like this, but I kept that to myself for the moment and waited to see what she'd do or say next. I could see the anxiety on her face as I pressed the button to open the curtains, revealing the deep blue sky.

“Over here, love. Hands on the glass.”

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