“Bratty as you seem to love to be, I’m really hoping you’ve got a thing for punishment.”
“Why? Want to spank me, Joe?” Dropping his head to my shoulder, he gazed up at me with big, soft eyes.
“You sure make it seem lots more appealing than other times I’ve tried it,” I admitted. I did like a little bit of pain play, but I often didn’t go as hard as true pain cravers wanted. But spanking Levi? My cock fucking loved that idea. Sign me up. “I could get into that.”
“Apparently.” He dropped his gaze down to my lap, where yeah, I was already half-hard simply from the thought of him squirming around on my lap. “And if you’re learning new stuff, and I’m learning new stuff, how about we learn together? I legit promise to use my safeword if it stops being sexy, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen. And for the record, one thing I’m learning with you is that I really do like being bratty. Pushing you is fun, and I’ve been good so long that sometimes being bad feels fucking amazing. So no doesn’t mean stop. I like whining. And complaining.”
“I’ve noticed.” My voice was deeper as I set aside my plate before doing the same thing with his. Talk time was done. “I want to make you whine.”
“Now? Please?” He wriggled against me, smiling because he likely knew he’d won.
“Did you follow my order?”
“You gave one?” His face scrunched up.
“I think I did. Earlier.” I eyed his shorts meaningfully until a blush replaced his deep-thinking expression.
“Oh. My underwear. Um. Yes. You sure you find that sexy? Because—”
I pulled him close enough for a fast, hard kiss to stop the babbling. “I’m sure. Show me. Now.”
Chapter Ten
Levi
Of course, once Joe shifted into sexy mode, I had a sudden attack of doubts. I’d put on panties because he’d asked, but I still wasn’t sure whether he was merely indulging me or was actually into the lingerie look.
“Go on.” Joe motioned in front of him, so I stood up.
“I…um…okay.” My body couldn’t seem to make up its mind whether it was unspeakably horny or terrified of getting the wrong reaction.
“How about ‘yes, Sir’ instead of all the ‘um’?” Joe’s stern voice quieted my nerves right down.
Turned on. I was definitely turned on now. “Yes, Sir.” I started to push my shorts down.
“Shirt first.” He wasn’t smiling, but Joe also wasn’t particularly mean about the correction. There was a warmth to his tone, like he was guiding me.
“O— Yes, Sir.” With my shirt off, the central air was a little chilly on my bare skin. I felt rather exposed, especially compared to Joe who’d changed from his work clothes earlier but was still in jeans and a short-sleeve button-down shirt with his shoes on. I liked that though, him clothed and me bare.
“Good boy.” Joe watched me intently, clearly gauging how I responded to the praise and the boy, which was the verbal equivalent of perfectly melted ice cream sliding over my nerve endings. I smiled at him, trying to show my appreciation.
“Now the shorts.”
Wordlessly, I stripped them off and stepped free. Now I really was exposed, but his warm gaze heated me right back up again.
“Mmm.” He made an encouraging noise. “Very nice. Tell me how they feel.”
Knowing Joe wasn’t going to be happy with a flip answer, I searched for the right adjectives to describe my favorite black panties with lace side panels and a silky front. “Slippery. Satiny. Thin. Like skin, but uh…not creepy. Sexy.”
“Yes, very sexy.” Motioning me closer, Joe ran a finger along the lace, making me shiver. “Did you wear these to work?”
My neck prickled at the thought of doing that. I shook my head, but Joe gave me a pointed look until I figured out he wanted a real answer. “No, Sir. I don’t… It’s mainly been something I do at home. In private.”
“Not even flashing your cyber Doms?”
“No.” My skin was supernova hot now. Photographic evidence being forever was something that had held me back in the past.
“So you wore them for me just because I asked?” He seemed pleased by this notion, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Come here.”
I took a single, shuffling step closer so my feet were touching his work-boot style shoes. The rugged leather against my bare skin felt good, another reminder of how exposed I was.
“On my lap.” He held out a hand. Joe had evidently studied the heretofore unwritten handbook to all things Levi. It was like he had a direct line to all my kinks.
I straddled his thighs like I had the night before, balancing on my knees. I wanted to kiss him in the worst way, but I wanted another good boy more, so I simply waited.
“Mmm. So pretty.” Joe dragged his finger along the waistband. “So good. Do you like being good for me?”