Page 19 of Games We Play
“I bet you do. Which is why right now I think you deserve a nice spanking for screwing up my dreary Portland Monday.” She gave Leah the lightest tap on top of her ass. “Or do you like it harder than that?”
Sloan spoke as if Leah had no idea what she was capable of. On the contrary, Leah knew. She knew how deep this kind of depravation could go. She also wasn’t afraid to embrace it – if riled up enough. Taps on the ass were nothing. All they did was incite her. They made her nipples tingle and her thighs wet. Sloan could be the most unattractive woman Leah had ever come across, but if she spanked her right? They would be married that time next year.
Rein it in, dumbass.Leah may be having the night of her life, but she still needed to practice some decorum. Sloan wanted to play a game. A game that would undoubtedly turn Leah into a slobbering slave. And, hopefully, Sloan as well.
“I think I need to earn a harder spank than that, Ms. Sloan.”
“Sloan is fine.” She gave Leah a harder tap. “Are you sorry that you fucked up my afternoon, Leah?”
Fingertips touched the bottom of Leah’s chin. Her head was tilted up, her eyes open and drinking in the sweet shadows dancing on the hotel suite ceiling. Sloan’s other hand was so close to touching Leah’s pussy again that she might as well have gone for it.I haven’t earned it yet, though.There were many things Leah needed to earn before she could have them. That lesson sank in years ago.
What if this woman could help me earn them?
It was something Leah had always wanted, but never thought she would have. The world of BDSM – particularly the bondage and dom-sub parts – always appealed to her, but she kept most of those fantasies to herself. They weren’t acceptable to talk about anymore, or at least not in her social circles – not even in a supposedly kink-friendly city like Portland. Yet she also harbored no real hopes that she would meet a woman willing to do it withher.Leah could take out dating site ads explaining how much she wanted a dominant woman in her life, but it would end with crickets at best, creepy losers flooding her inbox at worst.
Now was her chance to flourish. Maybe her only chance for the rest of her life.
“I’m sorry,” she said, drumming up as much conviction as she could in such simple words. “It was an accident, but…”
Thesnap!of Sloan’s hand offered a sting that made Leah swallow her words. “No excuses, Leah.” Her name was always spoken with a monotone quality that insinuated Leah could have any name – while at the same time being the only woman in the world with the nameLeah.“You’re either sorry or you’re not. I don’t need to hear reasonings or excuses.”
“I’m sorry.”
A pause commenced. Leah worried that she had done it wrong.Now I’m sorry for being such a novice at this…
Her brain erased those thoughts when she received a hard spank. Erased because it was too busy processing the sensation of Sloan’s skin against hers.
It hurt. In all the most exciting ways.
Spanking was the limit Leah could handle, and it better stay on her ass.And it better turn her on.Did spanking a woman’s ass make Sloan feel good? A power trip to further boost her ego? Or was it something she did because she thought Leah needed it the most?
“Do you like how that feels, Leah?” Sloan’s breath was so hot on Leah’s ear that she almost combusted. “Or do you need me to take it down a notch?”
Leah fisted the pillow beneath her head. “I like it.”
“Let me rephrase that… do youloveit?”
“Yes!”
“Say you’re sorry again.”
Flesh tingled. Was it from the spank she already got, or was it from the burning anticipation waiting to ignite her?
“I’m sorry, Sloan.”
She braced herself. Nothing came.
Then, the moment she relaxed her body and assumed nothing was on the way?Smack!
She cried out in both shock and excited ecstasy. Sloan hopped off the bed, leaving Leah to wiggle against the covers and bury another cry of desire into the depths of goose-down pillows.
“You move around too much,” Sloan said with a sigh. “Good thing I know you love the handcuffs. Should’ve brought something to tie those ankles together with, though. Sorry!” Her voice came from across the suite now. Leah remained on the bed, catching her breath and enjoying the warmth spreading through her tender flesh. “Had I known someone as fun as you was in this town, I would’ve brought my trunk full of goodies.”
Trunk full of goodies?She was being facetious, right? Then again, Sloan was rich enough to have a collection of the nicest toys and implements to make any girl happy.Why couldn’t she live here? Why couldn’t her supposed trunk of goodies be in this town?Sloan was rich! Why not hop in her plane right now and go to her place in Chicago?
The silver handcuffs landed beside Leah’s head. “We make do with what we have, though. Sit up.”
Leah didn’t consider how much her ass would appreciatenothaving the rest of her weight slam upon it. Yet that’s what she did when she was so quick to obey a firm command like that. She rolled onto her side and instantly regretted it.
