Page 42 of Lavender and Lightning

“You know, this protective streak of yours isn’t something I think I’ve ever seen from you before, pet.”

Rhett’s words draw me back into the moment, and I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I don’t answer, not sure where this is going.

“Have you been getting close to my little omega, pet?”

“She’s not just your omega, sir.”

I snap the words before my brain catches up, and I freeze. Rhett’s back stiffens, and he turns slowly to face me, a few bundles of rope in his hands. My heart pounds with each deliberate step he takes toward the bed until he's towering over me. I can’t quite read the expression in his eyes, but the hair still rises on the back of my neck.

“Have you fucked her, pet?” he asks, voice almost a whisper.

“No. But it doesn’t—”

His hand snaps out and cracks along my thigh, the pain radiating up in sharp waves that make me gasp and my cock twitch and pulse.

“No,sir.But it’s not your business. If she’s willing, then—”

Rhett leans down and fists a hand in my hair, yanking hard enough to make me moan and gasp. He cranks back and exposes the length of my throat. The warm swipe of his tongue makes goosebumps rise over my arms and chest.

“Oh, pet. My omega deserves the best of all things, and if you aren’t taking care of her, then it is very much my business,” he coos, patronizing.

I can’t hold back a bark of laughter. Found another pressure point. “What are you worried about, old man? Afraid that once she has a real—FUCK!”

Rhett’s hand comes down on my thigh, harder than before, and I try to buck away from the sensation. I’m still panting when he releases my hair and grabs one of my ankles. I don’t fight as he quickly and efficiently binds one leg, then the other up to the headboard, effectively bending me in half and leaving my ass, thighs, and cock completely exposed. I test the bindings and find them perfect. As per fucking usual. He stares down at me, head cocked a little to the side, brow furrowed. I sense the shifting of our game, and I nod.

“Lydia’s cunt is as close to a religious experience as I’ve ever had. Do you really think someone as pathetic as you deserves to feel such bliss, hmm?” Rhett purrs, stroking the backs of his fingers up and down my slightly trembling thighs.

“I’d like to think I could rise to the task,” I say, settling back against the pillow.

“Ya talk a big game, but words mean nothing. Can you prove you can please her? Be something other than a greedy, cum-hungry pain slut?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I hear Rhett’s footsteps as he crosses the room again, but I don’t look. I breathe deep, closing my eyes as I shift to settle more comfortably in this position. Rhett’s body heat radiates into my leg as he leans over me, hands rubbing my ass and thighs in deep, massaging motions. I moan despite myself, and pre-cum oozes steadily from my throbbing cock.

“You’re so eager for the strike, for that sting, aren’t you, pet?”

I nod, tensing for the strike that comes as expected. Pain blossoms along the curve of my ass, and I revel in the endorphins that surge. Another spank comes when I sigh and moan, refusing to give him the answer he wants.

“If you want to come any time in the next week, you’ll answer me when I ask you a question, pet.”

Rhett’s warning comes from deep in his chest, and I try not to laugh. “Yes, sir. But if this is the best you’ve got, I might have to find someone else to really put me through my paces.”

I don’t know what’s driving me to push him this hard, but the quick series of harsh spanks that follows is worth it. What I don’t expect is the sharp sting and snap of leather across the flesh of my inner thigh. I gasp, my eyes flying open, and I find Rhett holding his favorite riding crop, poised for another blow.

“You’re going to earn the right to court her. Prove to me you can please my omega,” he says sternly, slapping the crop against his open palm.

That tone, that look, is exactly why I love Rhett. As much as I get on his nerves, he knows exactly how to get me back. I tilt my chin defiantly and take a deep breath.

“Do your worst, sir.”

I don’t have time to utter another word, only gasp as Rhett brings the crop down onto my inflamed skin over and over, each blow bleeding into the next as my body goes haywire. After half a dozen strikes, Rhett leans down and cups my heavy sack, the pleasure of his gentle touch making me shake and writhe.

“Absolutely pathetic,” Rhett spits under his breath.

His disdain is an act, but my overstimulated mind can’t tell. “More,” I pant, not sure what I’m even begging for.

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