Page 15 of His to Cherish
“I need to show you something else,” I tell her, forcing myself to take a step back. If I don’t, I’ll kiss her. And if I kiss her, wewon’t ever stop. “One more thing before you decide if you want to go down this path with me. Okay?”
She bites her lip, nervous again, as if she’s picked up on the gravity in my tone. She should be nervous. What I want to show her will change everything between us.
“Okay,” she finally agrees. Then something flashes in her eyes, something naughty and mischievous that I’ve never seen before and already can’t get enough of. “Okay, sir.”
“Sassy girl,” I growl. Then I bring my hand down and give her ass a good hard slap—may as well give her a taste.
Lilly moans. She actually moans when she feels the sting of my palm.
God damn. I’m in so much trouble with this woman.
Before I can fall to my knees to worship at her feet, I take her hand and pull her down the hall. We turn a corner then head down a more narrow, quieter hall. Another turn, and then another. I’m trying my best not to sprint, not to pull her damn arm off, but it’s hard to contain myself. Now that I have her so close to where I want her, it’s all I can do not to throw her over my shoulder like a damn caveman.
“Here we are,” I mutter, stopping in front of a nondescript wooden door. But I would know it with my eyes closed.
My favorite room in the club. The room where I figured out so much about myself, about who I am and what I need. And in a moment, I’m going to show all of it—every damn part of me—to the woman I care about more than anything in the world. My stomach dips. This could all go so wrong.
“Just try to keep an open mind, okay?” I tell her, my voice raspy. My hands are visibly shaking as I reach for the handle—I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my life.
Her free hand comes up to my back, warm and gentle as she applies pressure between my shoulder blades. “I’m okay, Ollie,” she says, somehow sensing I need her reassurance right now.
I’m glad she’s okay, of course. I just only hope thatI’llstill be okay when this is all over.
I throw open the door and pull her through to the other side.
At first, she doesn’t react at all. I’m sure she’s bewildered—who would expect to see a slide and swing set in the middle of a sex club? I watch her while she looks around, taking it in. I don’t need to follow her gaze to know what she’s seeing. The toy boxes. The soft, furry rugs in pastel colors dotted around the floor. The pink princess bedroom set in the corner.
And then there are the people. Snuggled up on the rugs and in the cushy chairs. The girls on the swings. The costumes.
The man in the corner currently pressing his little’s hands into the wall while he spanks her over her plaid school skirt.
“Ollie?” Lilly whispers, sounding completely bewildered. “What…”
“Come on,” I manage to rasp out through a bone-dry mouth. I lead her over to one of the couches—the one closest to the man spanking his girl—and pull her into my lap. As scared as I am that she’s going to run, I’m still hard as fuck, and she feels it the second her ass makes contact with my dick.
“This is a special room,” I murmur into her hair, rubbing soft, soothing circles over her back. “The people here enjoy something a bit different from what we just saw in the hallway. Can you guess what it is?”
She shakes her head, eyes darting around the space.
Like I had done in the main lounge, I take her chin and point it in the direction of the girl in the plaid skirt. “She must have been a bad girl,” I say, watching Lilly’s wide-eyed face closely for signs she’s freaking out. “To be getting a spanking like that.”
“What do you?—”
Before Lilly can finish her question, the girl against the wall gives a sharp wail. “I’ll be good now, Daddy!”
Lilly goes completely still on my lap. I’m pretty sure she stopped breathing. The couple takes no notice of us—why would they? They’re lost in their play. The man spanks the little a few more times. “You need to learn to listen to Daddy, babygirl,” he says calmly, landing another blow.
I watch Lilly, waiting for some kind of reaction. She continues to stare wide-eyed at the couple, her face blank, and for once in our lives, I have no idea what she’s thinking.
Please, don’t let her run.
Finally, she turns those wide blue eyes on me. “I don’t understand,” she whispers, voice so soft I read her lips more than hear her. “What is this, Ollie?”
I take a deep breath. “If you decide you want to try things my way, you won’t call me Ollie anymore.” I brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “At least, not when we’re here. Playing like this.”
“Playing?”
I nod. “That’s all this is sweet girl. Playing. Just fun.”
