Page 97 of What About Love

Without moving back, his hand returned to her inflamed cheeks but not in punishment this time. Instead, he rubbed where he’d spanked her.

“Was there another reason, possibly?”

When she didn’t answer right away, he changed course and directed his hand between her spread thighs, his fingertips sliding slowly and smoothly over her wet skin. She was wondering how he expected her to carry on a Q&A session about a drunken evening when she could barely remember her own name. On the next pass, he upped the game by sliding two fingers deep inside her and began pumping unhurriedly in and out.

“Angie,” he prompted, making matters worse when he twisted his hand, palm up, his fingers positioned perfectly, curling and rubbing against her ultra-sensitive spot in front.

“Um...” she started, stopping when his thumb found her the hardness of her clit and began circling as he continued with the slow finger fuck. Swallowing hard, she continued in a quivering, stuttering voice. “I was still...kind of pissed...at you, too.”

“That’s the answer I was seeking. Were you also trying to make me jealous?”

“I didn’t even think you’d be there.”

She lost his fingers, his hand moving up to her clit where he captured it tightly between his forefinger and thumb with increasing pressure. “You want to try that again, baby? Remember, I ran into Regan today.”

She groaned, lifting her hips off the cushion as the pinch became more of a bite. “After a half dozen shooters, I wasn’t thinking clearly, okay? All I knew was how much I wanted you, but you didn’t want me. You hurt me, T.”

“I know, little bit, and I’m sorry for that.” His mouth lowered and pressed a soft kiss on her open lips, as he slid his two fingers back inside her and began working her slowly again. “How about in the future, we agree to talk instead of storming out or snubbing up for a month of Sundays?”

“I’ll have to work on that because you seem to get me riled up more than anyone, ever.”

Low and rumbly, he chuckled into her mouth. “That doesn’t bode well for this sweet little bottom, then, does it?”

“I don’t suppose it does. As far as the silent treatment goes, yours is very effective. I’m assuming not snubbing up is a two-way street, yes?”

He blinked, staring down at her as if suddenly realizing he’d been guilty of that, too. “It seems we both have some things to work on, don’t we?”

“So, do I get to bust your butt if you get snubbed up?”

A light pinch on her behind made her yelp. “What do you think, darlin’?”

“I think this is all very one-sided.”

“Are you saying you want to be a switch? That you want to take me across your knee and paddle my ass until it’s red and raw for all my bonehead moves and screw-ups?”

She grimaced. Having seen it done in both clubs, she’d known every time that it wasn’t for her. She shook her head adamantly. “No. I am definitely no top.”

“We’ll think of another form of penance for me should the time come. I’ll even put it into our contract.”

“We’re going to have a contract?”

“Of course, everyone who plays at the club does. During the investigation, yours was a guest contract. We’ll have to make several adjustments to that right away and since it’s been several weeks, we should go through some retraining.”

“What for? Have I done something wrong?”

“Where do I begin? Foremost, you seem to have forgotten how to address your dom respectfully. Especially one who has just finished busting your butt?”

“I thought that was only for the club.”

“If you’re going to submit to me sexually, Angie, that goes beyond the walls of the club. Like now, for instance.” He added a third finger, still slowly stroking up inside. As he did so, he moved down her body and took a position between her thighs. “I’ve had my fingers in your pussy for several minutes. My tongue has been where they are now, though not nearly as deep. I’ve tasted you, licked you everywhere from your hard little clit to your pretty pink asshole. It might be me, but those are activities one would do during sex, don’t you think, my sweet submissive?”

“Yes—” she replied, stopping, her “s” like the hiss of a snake as his constantly moving fingers, all three of them now, curled upward, applying pressure in a deeply pleasurable massage of her G-spot. “Yes, sir,” she managed with a long drawn-out moan.

“Angie?”

Her eyes had fixed on his fingers, watching as they worked between her glistening lips. She only had to lift them slightly to where his face hovered over her thighs. Fire blazed back at her as she met his very intense gaze. “Sir?”

“That play with Arturo... Don’t do that shit again. He was lucky I didn’t rip his fucking head off.”

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