Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 9)

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes growing bright. He’d had her tie her hair back to keep it out of her face and it fell down her back in a long ponytail. He tugged it. She drew in a sharp breath. Her lips parted. Her eyes went a little glassy.

“My wildcat likes a bite of pain, doesn’t she?”

“Just a little bit, Sir.”

“Where are you hurting? I won’t ask again. I’ve got some work to do. I could just set up on the couch and leave you there like a pretty ornament for me to enjoy.”

She whimpered. “You wouldn’t.”

He simply stared down at her.

“My pussy, Sir. My pussy hurts.”

“It does? Poor baby. Did I use it too hard last night?”

She groaned. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me say it.”

Oh, he was. And he was going to enjoy every minute. Did that make him a little perverse?

Absolutely.

He simply waited.

“Not from last night, Sir. Although you certainly are very big.”

Oh, she was trying flattery now? Interesting. He thought she would start with swearing at him. She licked her lips as she stared at where his cock was pressing rather insistently against his jeans.

“Then what is the problem?”

“You kept teasing me, Sir. And you didn’t let me come.”

“But you don’t deserve to come, do you? Not when you’ve been naughty.”

“That hardly seems fair.”

“Since I decide what’s fair, I think it was a perfect punishment.”

“I thought the spanking was the punishment.”

“Part of it. Although we both know you mostly enjoyed that.” She liked pain up to a certain threshold.

He ran his large, tanned hand down her back. Her skin was so soft, so silky. He knew his palm probably felt rough against her skin, but the shiver that crossed her body told him she liked his touch.

He cupped her ass, squeezed it, and she sucked in a breath.

“Tell me where you’re hurting, baby,” he crooned. He touched his finger lightly against her mound. “Is it there?”

“No,” she groaned. “Inside.”

“Really. Hmm. I better make sure I can see what I’m doing. Make certain you’re not too badly hurt.” Okay, so maybe the conversation could wait for a moment. He knelt behind her, cupped her ass once more and spread her cheeks.

“Such a gorgeous ass. Especially when it’s bright red.”

“Is red your favorite color, Sir?”

“It is on you.”

“Lucky me,” she said dryly.