Page 84 of Mayhem
“The temperatures, how you reacted when I touched you after you told me not to. Recognizing a kink I didn’t even know I had.” She walked over to one of the walls of toys. “Were you going to tell me?”
“We were. Tomorrow, actually, and we planned on taking you in both.”
She turned to look at him, her hand on a riding crop. “Both? You each have one?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. How many other women have you used these on?” she asked, pulling the crop down. He didn’t respond, and she turned to find him looking at her with a raised brow.
Paetyn heard what she said, but he wanted her to clarify it. He didn’t think she was asking because she was jealous but wanted to genuinely know. However, he wouldn’t assume.
When she’d left the living room, he’d assumed she’d been going to the bathroom, but when he looked down the hall and noticed the light in his playroom, he’d gotten up to see. Usually, if someone was coming over, they didn’t leave the doors open, but he hadn’t closed it back after washing the bedding that morning. He hadn’t used the room in forever and wanted the linen to be fresh. Paetyn hadn’t been lying when he told her they planned on telling her the following day.
“I’m just curious,” she stated.
As bad as it sounded, Paetyn didn’t know the answer to her question. He didn’t keep up with it and bought new toys when needed. Naturally, he let his partners have anything penetrative when they split, or he threw them away, having no intention of using them on someone else. It also wasn’t as if they lived in this dynamic constantly. They enjoyed it, and the rooms were utilized a few times a month when they were in a relationship.
“We can buy new ones if you want,” he stated instead of answering her question.
“Okay,” she responded. “What’s that for?” She pointed to the spanking bench.
Paetyn took the riding crop from her hand and guided her over to it. “Get on your knees on this part,” he instructed. When she did, he placed his hand on her back and bent her over the top. For complete comprehension, he swatted her on the ass with the crop, and he’d expected her to gasp or shriek in surprise. Instead, shemoaned.
His grip on the crop handle tightened, and he debated giving her another, but he knew that if he started, she wouldn’t end up cooking, and he’d mess up their plan of her experiencing the rooms with them together. Paetyn wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up from the bench, placing her on her feet.
“I expected you to be more surprised,” he told her honestly as he hung the crop back up.
Erin shrugged. “The signs were there, and it isn’t like I’ve never been spanked during sex before. I’m also open to trying new things.”
“Come on,” Paetyn stated, holding his hand out. “Before I have you trying new things right now.”
She took his hand, and he led her out of the room, turning the light off. They returned to the living room, and he turned on the television, passing her the remote. There was still over half an hour left for her meat to marinate, so he figured he’d let her choose something for them to watch while they waited.
When she got up a bit later, Paetyn asked again if she needed help, and she declined. He continued to watch the show she’d chosen, and forty-five minutes later, Cruz walked through the garage door.
“Hey, Maly.”
“Hey, babe. How was work?”
“It was…interesting and creepy,” he responded, and Paetyn looked over as he kissed Erin.
“What happened?” Paetyn asked.
“Let me change, and I’ll come back and tell you.”
Erin returned to the living room, sitting on his lap, and Paetyn wrapped his arms around her waist. “Dinner is in the oven, but it will take an hour and a half to finish. I was going to make dessert, but I remembered Cruz doesn’t like cake, and if I’m being honest, that and cupcakes are the only desserts I ever make. I thought about grabbing some cookies, but they didn’t have any I liked.”
“There’s ice cream in the freezer, and I’m sure I have the ingredients to make cookies if you want them.”
“I’m supposed to be cooking for you.”
“You are, but making dessert is easy, so it doesn’t count,” he countered.
They were still sitting in the same position ten minutes later when Cruz came back down the stairs. He sat on the couch, and Erin slid off Paetyn’s lap to sit between them. She turned, leaning back against him as she draped one of her legs over one of Cruz’s. Paetyn rearranged a bit so she was more comfortable, leaning against part of his chest instead of his side.
“Tell us what happened,” she requested, muting the television as Cruz rested a hand on her knee.
“A disgruntled client comes in today and is making a scene in the lobby because he was demanding to see me, but since he came in angry, security wouldn’t let him up at first. They called my office to tell me what was happening, and I had them send him. The last thing I wanted was for his show to go on any longer in the lobby.”
