Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

Tiny felt Reagan stiffen and placed his hand on her shoulder comfortingly while giving Alex a frown. Reagan was near the edge of her tolerance. He’d brought her here hoping she’d relax. Talking about what this asshole wasn’t going to help her stress levels any.

“Yes, we are,” Reagan finally replied, obviously thinking Tiny was taking too long. “If the alarm is turned off it sends an alert to his watch.”

“Reagan,” Tiny said sternly. They might not be playing tonight, but he was still the Dom. Her Dom.

She glanced up at him. Damn, those blue eyes of hers were mesmerizing.

“Was Master Alex addressing you or me?”

“You, Sir.”

“And had I given you permission to speak?”

“No, Sir.” A light flush covered her cheeks.

“Up here. That’s ten.”

He patted his lap.

“Sir? May I ask a question?”

His cock hardened at the submissive tone of her voice.

“Yes.”

“I thought we weren’t playing tonight.”

“We’re not. But I think Master Alex and Master Roarke can watch my back while I take care of your discipline.”

Her eyes widened at the word discipline, her breathing quickening. She was aroused by his words, and he was fucking aroused by her.

She climbed up, placing herself over his knee. He lifted the pleated skirt, exposing her red G-string. He hadn’t given her any instructions about what to wear, but damn, he approved. He ran his hand over the firm, pale globes, wishing he could take his time.

He smacked his hand down quickly. Hard. This was discipline, after all. She let out a small squeak. He smacked his hand down again, loving the way her skin pinkened. Smack! Smack! He kept the pace steady, covering her butt in hard spanks. When he had delivered the final smack, he turned her on his lap to kiss her gently.

“Sorry, Sir,” she whispered.

“All is forgiven. Kneel again.”

She moved down and knelt at his feet. Damn, he loved her.

Fuck! Where had that thought come from? He couldn’t love her. They barely knew each other. Yeah, he wanted her. He

liked being with her.

But love her?

A beeping noise interrupted his thoughts, and he jumped to his feet. Reaching down, he grasped hold of Reagan’s wrist.

“The alarm?” Alex asked standing and grabbing Tara.

Tiny nodded, already moving. He raced across the playroom floor at a run, keeping Reagan close. He was aware of Alex and Tara following them. People stopped and stared, but he didn’t give a shit. He ran out the door, his gaze watching his surroundings as he moved to Reagan’s car.

Alex and Tara jumped in the back. Reagan climbed into the passenger seat. He was screaming out of the parking lot in seconds.

“Reagan. Seat belt.” He cursed as he hit red lights.

“Roarke and Sam are following,” Alex told him.