“No,” I whisper. “I’m a good girl.”
“Aw, what a pity,” he murmurs. “I thought I was going to get to spank you.”
My body tightens at that thought. A spanking? I shouldn’t be turned on when he whispers that, but it sounds so fucking nice, so naughty, so damn bad.
“I was wrong,” I say quickly, deciding to be bold, to be brave. Tonight I can be a little bit wild. It’s my anniversary, after all. “I have been bad. I’ve been so very, very bad.”
“Is that so?” Nash raises an eyebrow, pulling back slightly. He searches my face, checking to see if I realize what I’m getting into.
Nash doesn’t half-ass anything. If I tell him I want a spanking, I know full well he’s going to give me a spanking. It’s going to be some gentle slap while he’s sliding into me from behind, either.
No, he’s going to spank me hard so I remember it.
He’s going to make sure I feel it tomorrow.
“Scarlett?” He asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, swallowing hard.
“I’ve been bad, Nash. Spank me.”
***
He smiles, but it’s not the smile of my sweet husband.
No, Nash gives me the smile of a wolf. He gives me the smile of someone about to devour the thing they want the most. He gives me the smile of someone who knows I just made a very, very wrong choice.
Suddenly, my mouth goes dry and I realize I have no idea what he’s planned for me, and this scares me. Maybe I’m a little bit of a control freak. Maybe I’m just a little bit intense, but the idea of not knowing freaks me out.
I’d make a horrible submissive.
That’s exactly what Nash has planned for me, though, and he turns and strides across the room to our bed. He sits on the edge and places his hands on his lap. Then slowly, slowly, he strips his shirt off.
I don’t move as he unbuttons each button on his white dress shirt. Swallow. Somehow, I manage to swallow instead of drooling on the floor as each bit of his chest is revealed.
He shrugs out of the shirt and tosses it to the ground, then he places his hands back on his knees and looks at me.
He’s waiting for me.
He’s waiting for me to go get my spanking.
That’s what I wanted, right?
That’s literally what I just asked him for.
Why the hell did I do that?
Spank me, Nash, I said. Why? Why, oh why?
He grows tired of waiting for me, I think, because he crooks his finger, motioning for me to come over to him, and I realize this is the moment where everything changes. This is the moment where I decide to be brave or I decide to run away.
I’ve done both before.
I’ve sucked it up and been brave in our relationship.
I’ve wimped out and run away.
I’ve done both.