Page 21 of Accepting Love

“You’re flushed,” he whispers.

“It’s warm in here,” I respond.

He chuckles. “Fibber. You’re aroused.”

Damn him for reading me so well. My face heats ten more degrees. I pick up my water and take a sip, my hand shaking so badly that I nearly slosh it out.

I quickly glance at him as I set it back down, thinking about how he ordered me to use two hands earlier.

He removes his hand from behind me and sets it on my thigh, nearly making me jump out of my seat. His fingers are on my bare skin. “I’m not going to ask you to do anything obviously Little in public, Little one.”

I nod, grateful.

He pats my thigh. “But I will challenge you. Spread your knees.”

I gasp and glance around.

“Don’t worry about anyone else. They’ve lost interest. They’re not paying attention to you. No one is going to notice if your thighs are parted but me.”

I lick my lips and nervously obey him, putting a few inches between my thighs. My breath hitches because a wave of arousal consumes me. It’s not so much the act of parting my knees. It’s from obeying him.

He’s powerful. I’m hypnotized.

“Good girl. When you sit, I want you to keep your legs wide enough that I could slide my hand between them.”

I gasp again. “Are you going to do that, Sir?” I whisper.

He cups my chin. “Sometimes. I won’t announce it, but I will punish you later any time I try to slip my fingers between your legs and find them too close together. Do you know why?”

I shake my head, not breathing.

“Because you’re so aroused right now that your ears are probably ringing.”

My ears are suddenly ringing. “Punish me how?” I ask because I’m obviously a masochist who’s deriving pleasure from this sexual banter and the promise of his palm on my behind.

“I’ll come up with some creative methods, Little one,” he says noncommittally.

I shrug. “You’ve spanked me lots of times.”

He chuckles. “I think it’s going to be different now.”

My breath hitches. “How?”

“As much as I’ve enjoyed every single time I’ve spanked you, you weren’t mine. We were doing a scene. You might have gotten aroused. I also found pleasure in swatting your bottom. But we knew that was all it was going to be—an agreed upon scene.”

I don’t think I’m blinking as I listen intently.

He glances around, which I appreciate, and lowers his voice to a tone that’s dripping with sex. “From now on when I spank your pretty bottom, it will be bare. It will make you so wet you squirm. It will hold the promise of what else I’ll do to you.”

I jerk my thighs together as if that might keep me from moaning. A second later, I realize my mistake and flinch.

His brows are lifted. He doesn’t have to say a word to get me to comply. I slowly part my knees even though I’m trembling. “Sorry, Sir,” I whisper.

He smiles and takes a drink of his water.

Martin arrives with a basket of steaming bread and takes a moment to prepare a plate with drizzled olive oil and herbs for dipping. “Your meals will be up shortly.”

“Thank you,” Kingston responds.

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