Page 78 of Unbind

‘But he seems like a keeper,’ Darcy insists. ‘It sounds like he’s doing everything right.’

I nod. ‘He really, really is.’

‘How’s the sex?’ Maddy asks with a grin.

I laugh. ‘Um, yeah. It’s amazing.’

‘Spanky spanky?’

‘Not so much.’ I hesitate. Maybe these women can give me some advice. ‘I know he’s really into it, but he won’t lay a finger on me.’

‘That makes total sense to me,’ Gen muses, tucking a lock of immaculate platinum hair behind her ear. ‘For years and years, he’s been the bully who landed your brother in hospital. I’m sure he’s on his very best behaviour with you.’

‘I know you’re right.’ I sigh. ‘But I trust him implicitly. I’ve told him that, over and over.’

‘Have you been spanked by anyone before?’ she asks.

‘No.’

‘So you can see why it would be high risk for him. He has no idea if you can handle it. Do you like the idea of it?’ Her voice is gentle but probing.

‘Yes? I don’t know why. I’d never thought about it before, but I really like the idea of Adam doing it. But I don’t know if it’s because I really want it or because I know he loves it and I want to be able to give him that. I don’t want random women like Rose sharing that with him and not me. Does that make sense?’

‘It does, but you have to do it for yourself, babes,’ Maddy tells me. Her voice is so kind.

‘I know you’re right. I don’t love pain—I don’t want him to hurt me. But I love the idea of him… disciplining me, I suppose?’

They all grin in tandem.

‘Amen to that,’ Darcy drawls, saluting me with her wineglass. ‘Pretty much the first thing Max ever did when we met in Cannes was threaten to put me over his knee. It was so fucking hot.’

‘Do they spank you?’ I ask her tentatively.

‘Max, yes, a lot. Dex sometimes, when Max tells him to. And I don’t like pain either. You should see me getting waxed. I’m pathetic. But being put over Max’s knee like a naughty girl has me practically coming there and then—I fucking love it. I can’t get enough of it.’

‘Me neither,’ Maddy offers. ‘Spreadsheet spanked me that first time he fucked me, at Slave Night, and he practically had to peel me off the ceiling. I fuckinglovedit.’ She turns to me. ‘Think about it. I bet Adam would be so good at it. Doesn’t it turn you on, imagining him putting you over his knee or getting you on all fours, and then peeling down your panties and spanking you while he finger fucks you? Imagine how serious he’d look. I’d put money on him being a natural disciplinarian.’

Oh my sweet baby Jesus. I squirm in my seat as Gen lets out an amused snort. How is it that Maddy’s characteristically crude words have just painted such a scorching hot image?

She’s totally nailed it.

Adam Wright, disciplinarian.

I can feel his hands on me, stinging me, while those long fingers pushed inside me.

I need this from him.

47

ADAM

‘Please,’ Nat slurs from her position on my pillow. She’s drunk with either exhaustion or desire—I’m not sure which. I press my lips together to swallow a smile, because she’s something else when she’s like this—lying in my bed, dark hair fanned across my pillows and those eyes huge and beseeching. Even in her silk pyjamas, she’s impossible to resist.

‘No,’ I tell her far more decisively than I feel. ‘You’re shattered.’

‘I’m not, honestly.’

‘You were dead on your feet when I picked you up. You were actually swaying.’

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