Page 31 of Their Little Foursome

You could have heard a pin drop. It was as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting to hear her answer and yet Gordon didn’t hurry her. This was a step she’d taken years ago but he’d go no further without her consent. He’d had no real idea of how much having it meant until she spoke.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bossed you around. I-I guess I sort of forgot how it feels to, well, um… you know.”

“Bev, I need to hear the words.”

“How to submit.”

“Accepting me as your Dom?”

“You’re the only Dom I’ve ever had, but if you’re making me verbalize it?—”

“I am,” he said sternly. “Want to know why?”

She rolled her eyes but answered, “Because you’ve always been a stickler about safe, sane, and consensual.”

“True enough, and let’s not forget I can be pretty hard-nosed about rules as well, so I suggest you keep those gorgeouseyes from rolling like the bars and cherries on a slot machine.” Gordon’s grin softened the rebuke. “But the real reason is because I’ve missed the hell out of you, Bev, and I am both gobsmacked and incredibly grateful that we are all together again.”

“Me too,” she said as he pulled her to him, holding her tightly. After a few moments, she said, “Um, you’re squishing me.”

“Oh, sorry.” Gordon chuckled and relaxed his hold. “I think I was a bit scared I was going to wake up and discover this was all just a dream.”

“Pinch him!”

Their heads swiveled to look at the curtain to see Blake’s larger head leaning down as if to stare into Lori’s face. “That is not the cure for everything, you know.”

“It worked on you!”

“Shhhh, they’ll hear you.”

They’d have to be deaf not to, but it was Beverly whose words Gordon concentrated on. “It’s not a dream. It’s the most unexpected, incredible gift I could imagine. And, yes, Sir, I offer you my full consent.”

The words stirred more than memories. They had his heart clenching as he realized how much he’d missed this woman. As much as he loved Lori, he’d never stopped loving Barb—no,Beverly. He glanced back to the curtain. He had no doubt Beverly loved Blake and he loved her. He knew that, despite logic, Blake and Lori were already siblings. That left only Blake and himself as the unknowns.

He had spent hours wondering what had happened to the policeman who’d looked at him like he was a savior and had seen the young man’s eyes when the verdict had been given. He’d not needed to say a word for Gordon to understand he’d failed him. Gordon had not had a chance to speak to him that day and whenhe inquired about him, he’d been told that Officer Brighton had resigned and disappeared. Perhaps after hearing the part of the story he didn’t know, Blake would forgive him and would accept him as more than just Lori’s Daddy and come to love him as his own.

His attention returned to Bev when he felt her hand on his arm. As if knowing his thoughts, she said, “He’s an incredible young man with a heart as big as yours.”

Grateful, Gordon nodded and bent to brush his lips against hers, the memories of other kisses flooding through him. It was Bev who pulled away, giving him a smile. “We only have a half hour, remember?” Not waiting for his answer, she turned to place her hands on the bed beside them.

Gordon was about to plant his hand on the small of her back to hold her in place for her spanking when she looked over her shoulder. “Excuse me, Sir, but the Dom I remembered never spanked over clothing.”

With a grin, instead of pressing his hand against her back, he tugged her uniform up until it was wadded around her waist. Leaning close, he spoke into her ear. “Awfully scanty panties, Nurse MacIntosh.”

Beverly shrugged. “You’d prefer I wear granny panties?”

With a snort, Gordon stepped back. “Actually, I’d prefer you wear none at all.” With that, he pulled her thong to her knees and brought his palm down against her bare ass. His handprint bloomed against her pale skin and she gave a little yelp. Or perhaps the yelp had come from behind the curtain, he wasn’t sure, but it didn’t really matter. What did was that with a single swat, he’d asserted his authority.

Of course that didn’t keep him from delivering eleven more to make sure that everyone on both sides of the curtain understood what would happen if they decided to question that authority.

CHAPTER 11

Beverly

Beverly could understand how she’d forgotten to submit. After all, the last time she’d done so had been five years ago. What she was having a hard time comprehending was how she could have possibly forgotten how submitting for a “reminder” of who was in control hurt. As the final one of the dozen was delivered, she was almost wishing she’d kept her mouth shut when reminding him he hadn’t bared her ass.

But onlyalmost.

The hand he’d used to roast her had come to rest, strong fingers kneading soft flesh as if to ensure the heat of each stroke was driven deep.

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