Page 12 of The Shame Game

“Fine, you were blurry.” She shifted around so her back was nestled into his side and pulled her feet up onto the sofa. “Happy now?”

“Thrilled,” he said, and poked her in the side of the head with something hard.

“Hey.” She twisted around, her frown deepening when she saw the glasses he held. “Where’d you get those?”

“Where you left them, on the end table.” He wiggled them in front of her face. “Come on, be a good girl.”

Muttering under her breath, she wedged her coffee cup between her knees and took the glasses. Not even under the threat of a single tail whipping would she admit that it was a relief to put them on.

“Good girl.” He dropped his arm from the back of the sofa and wrapped it across her chest. She retrieved her coffee cup and snuggled into it. “Ready to talk about it?”

“Sure,” she answered absently. She was marveling at the crispness of the writing on the side of the cup, a promotional item for one of the charities she worked with. Damn, she really did need glasses.

He tapped her nose with one blunt fingertip. “Amanda.”

“Sorry.” She twisted to look up at him. “I’m ready if you are.”

“I was ready last night, but you wanted to eat Thai food and fall asleep duringField of Dreams.” He closed the book and set it aside, then lifted her into his lap.

“That movie really drags in the middle,” she said, balancing her coffee cup with the ease of long practice.

“Blasphemy,” was his mild retort. “You want to go first?”

She settled into the curve of his arm, the cup cradled in her hands as she thought back to last night. “No physical problems to report. My pussy’s a little sore, and so is my butt, but nothing major.” She wiggled on his lap to demonstrate.

“Nipples?” he asked, stroking over the slope of one breast with the backs of his fingers.

She shivered a little at the contact. “No, they’re fine. I’ve had clamps on for a lot longer than that before.”

“True.” He dropped his hand from her breast, sliding it across her belly to wrap around her hip, warm and solid. “What about the non-physical?”

She blew out a breath. “That was a lot.”

“I know.” He squeezed her hip. “Tell me about it.”

“It all seemed normal until after the spanking,” she said slowly. “Normal for us, I mean. Like a regular funishment scene.”

He nodded. “To me, too.”

“But then…” She shifted a little, twisting her hips so she faced him more fully. “When you sat on the bench, and you told me to masturbate for you…”

“It embarrassed you,” he prompted.

“Yes, but that’s not…” She blew out a breath, frustrated that she couldn’t seem to put into words what she was trying to say. “You were just looking at me. And you were so far away.”

His gaze softened. “It made you feel disconnected.”

“Yes.” She nodded, relieved that he understood. “Disconnected, and I guess unsure. I wasn’t sure if we were still in funishment mode or not, you know?”

He nodded. “I can see that. How did you feel about the embarrassment?”

“I really liked it,” she said, and it felt like she was confessing to a deep, dark sin. “And I kind of hate that.”

“Why?”

Her throat felt tight, so she brought the cup to her lips for a sip before answering. “I don’t think I would’ve been embarrassed if you’d been with me. On the bed with me or just touching me in some way, you know? But you were so far away, and I couldn’t tell if you were happy with me or not, so I started getting anxious, and…”

“And what?” he prompted when she broke off, his voice soft. All the love and affection that had been missing from last night’s scene was in his voice now, and it gave her the courage to continue.

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