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“God, yes,” I gasped, arching my back and pushing my ass against his flat frontpants.
I should be stopping this. Why wasn’t I stoppingthis?
“Thank God,” he murmured. Then, with a nip of my ear, he shoved my bra up over my breasts. Finding my nipples, he pinched them between his fingers, tugging until a noise rolled deep in the back of mythroat.
Oh, yeah.That’swhy.
“You are fucking breathtaking,” hesaid.
A self-deprecating chuckle flew past my lips, and I quickly closed my mouth, silencing the laugh. Breathtaking? Me? It was sweet of him to say it, but I knew what breathtaking looked like. I had been that gorgeous girl once before. And who I was right now? All glasses and messy ponytail and baggy jeans—I wasn’t breathtaking anymore, that was forsure.
“You don’tagree?”
I sighed.God, please don’t make me answer that.I’d spent the last two years avoiding situations like this. Statements like that. And as sweet as Ash was being, he was just a Dominant, trying to please a potential submissive. “Since when does a Dominant care whether or not his subagrees?”
His breathing shifted, heavier than before, and when I snuck a glance over my shoulder, he had pulled back, examining me. “A good Dominant always cares if his submissive agrees. It's our job to care. Our job to see to it that nothing crosses a boundary. And it's the submissive’s job to be one hundred percent honest with us so that we don't unknowingly take things toofar.”
"Hence, the safewords?" Iasked.
Ash nodded. "Exactly. Have you been spankedbefore?"
I shook my head no, but I knew my eyes countered the nonchalance of the movement. “Other than this morning,no.”
My mind wandered back to that intense sting I felt this morning on set, followed by the tender drag of his fingers after getting spanked. Whatever instincts I had left in myself were screaming that Ash was a good man. He might bruise me, but he may just also heal me aswell.
He slid his hands down the sides of my body, over my ribcage until they trailed over my lace panties. With his fingertips, he followed the line of the thong as it dipped into my ass, edging his touch across my sensitive flesh, now covered in goosebumps. Then, pushing the crotch of my panties to the side, he dipped his finger into my opening. His touch hovered at my entrance as it grew wet, swollen, achy. I gasped and leaned back, trying to push his fingers deeper, but he countered my movement, pulling away andtsking histongue.
“Shhhh,” he cooed. “Patience.”
“Patience?” I repeated, forgetting myself. “We’re on a one hour break in a supply closet and you’ve got your finger pressed against my pussy. I don’t thinknowis the time forpatience.”
I felt his chuckle behind me and rolled my eyes at his shoulders bouncing with the suppressed laughter. “You’re a little bratty… and I like it. We’re going to have to work on your back talk,” he said. “And in the meantime, I have to come up with a punishment forthat.”
You’re a little bratty and I like it. I shivered because, holy hell, I liked it too. “You say that like this will be a regular thing,” I saidcautiously.
He paused. “It won’t be,” he said, voice dark. “But at the same time, if I’m risking my job here at Silhouette, it’s not going to be for a quickie in the supply closet.” His voice was a harsh whisper and those words sank deep into mysoul.
Panic and warmth collided inside my chest, and I didn’t know how to feel or what to think aboutthat.
“I don’t do relationships. Not anymore. Is that something you are okaywith?”
Okay with? Hell, I preferred it. It was the sole reason I avoided dating. I nodded. “I don’t want to be tied down,” I said, and immediately cringed.Poor choice of words,Lucy.
From over my shoulder, I could see the smile flick at his mouth. “Well that’s a shame. I don’t do relationships, but I’mallfor tying womendown.”
“I meant, um, I don’t want a relationshipeither.”
His eyes sparked. “I see. Now, about that punishment…” The air was thick between us. Sparking with heady electricity and chemistry that was potent. “Arch your back. Hands on the wall. I will respond to ‘stop’ and that’s all.Clear?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice graveled andrough.
His touch disappeared from my skin. A drafty chill brushed over my bare backside, and when I moved to peek, his growl halted my movement. “Eyesforward.”
I obeyed, jerking my forehead to face front oncemore.
The moments waiting were tortuous. Something I was certain was part of the plan. Part of the punishment. When his hand came down against my ass, it was so hard and sudden, I gasped at the biting sting. My pussy clenched and I wiggled my thighs for some amount of friction; any bit of release I couldfind.
“Nuh-uh,” he said, and nudged my legs wider apart with his knee. “Your pleasure is mine. I dictate when you come. When you’re touched. When you release.Understood?”
