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“It’s purely selfish and not something I experience often.” I’m probably mean for dragging this out.
She licks her lips, saying nothing.
“I want to see your naked bottom. I want to touch it. I want to grip your globes. I want to watch your skin turn pink.” I lean even closer, lowering my voice further. “The thought makes my cock hard.”
Her breath hitches, and her cheeks flush.
After a few beats, I continue, “Some Doms get aroused from a scene. Some don’t. Some do with certain partners. Some never do. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt any connection between my desire to dominate a woman and sexual arousal.”
Her lips part. She’s breathing heavily. Her chest rises and falls dramatically. She’s turned on.
Thank God.
Chapter 5
Lillian
* * *
My head is spinning. This is not a conversation I expected to have tonight. I don’t know what the hell I thought would happen on this date, but a discussion about spanking wasn’t on my bingo card.
The second square I didn’t have on my bingo card was me wet and horny from such a discussion. I’ve thought about spanking. Who wouldn’t? I’ve researched it. After all, I’ve seen my sister get spanked in a very intimate setting. Even though I bailed before things became sexual, I got the gist.
Rationally, I understand most of what Bryson said to me just now. I understand impact play can have many different results for both parties. Whatever I didn’t learn from the internet, Simone has told me.
I’ve been curious for a month. I want to know what it feels like. And there’s no one I’d rather have spank me than Bryson. That’s a given. But I didn’t really think he would be willing to do it.
Before I manage to formulate a solid thought to share, Bryson continues, “Honestly, Lillian, I don’t usually mix kink with pleasure. I don’t seek out masochists to scene with because I’m attracted to them. Usually, I don’t seek out play partners at all. I’m well-known at Surrender. They come to me. They sign up for a scene with me because they have either done so before or they know my reputation. I deliver what they crave, and we both win.”
I finally find words. “Why am I different?” I whisper.
“I have no idea. I knew you were different the moment I met you. I also knew you were off-limits.”
“Why am I off-limits?”
“A million reasons. Your age. Your lack of experience. Your naivete about the kink world. The fact that I know your sister and Camden. They would have me kicked out of the club and banned from any other club in the state if I hurt you.”
I give him an odd smile. “Isn’t that the goal? To hurt me?”
He shakes his head. “Never. I’m not talking about pain. I’m talking about emotional damage. Four weeks ago, I couldn’t have lured you into a private room and lowered you onto a spanking bench. The risk that you would have been scarred and left the club upset would have been too high.”
“But that was a month ago. What about now?”
“Now you know more. You’re informed. Your sister knows we talk.”
He’s right. I’ve told Simone nearly everything about my odd relationship with Bryson. She and Camden know I’m out with him tonight. They have a GPS locator on my phone. Not that they’re worried. They trust Bryson.
Actually, they are concerned, but not about my safety. They’re afraid I’m too starry-eyed over Bryson and have hopes for something that probably won’t happen between us.
The waitress removes our plates while we stare at each other, and then she silently leaves us.
Bryson lowers both hands to the table, reaching for me.
I set my palms in his. I like the connection. I may be panicking. This is a serious conversation. But I’m grounded when he touches me. “Lillian, if you want to experience spanking, I want to be the one to do it. The thought of you going to someone else, even Camden or Jameson, makes me twitchy.”
“Okay.” I certainly would rather that Bryson spank me than anyone else.
He inhales deeply and blows it out, seeming relieved.
