Maybe he didn’t like looking like a romantic sap. Did he think it ruined his image? Because she was pretty sure girls would be crawling all over him if they knew.

“Wasn’t it obvious?” The challenge in her tone surprised her more than it seemed to surprise him. It was a curse that whenever she got horny, she got bratty. The more turned on she was, the brattier she acted. And right now, her heart was pulsing in rhythm with her clit.

Ambrose arched a brow. “It seemed like you enjoyed yourself, but I like to ask subs outright. It’s better to have clear communication than be left guessing and get it wrong.”

“That’s very responsible of you.”

“I’m not an asshat Dom. I care about what subs want and feel.”

In that case, I want to feel you inside me.

She squirmed, suddenly flushed.

“What was that thought?” He narrowed his eyes. “You just gave me the naughtiest look I’ve ever seen.”

She smiled slyly. He wasn’t going to get it that easily.

“Are you going to tell me?”

“You’ll have to guess, Sir.”

Keen interest stirred in his gaze. “Someone wants to play again?”

She stayed quiet, refusing to deny or confirm. Let him figure it out. Playing coy was one of her favorite games, and it drove good Doms crazy.

“Tell me the dirty thought you just had,” he ordered. The rumble in his voice made her shudder.

“How do you know it was dirty?”

“It wasn’t?”

Many thoughts about him were dirty. She merely smirked.

“Should I force the answer from you?” He shifted as if he were uncomfortable, which only made this more fun. “You like role-play. Should I interrogate you?”

“Sharp metal objects are a hard limit.”

He chuckled. “How about spanking?” Did his hand just twitch? “Is that a hard limit?”

God, she hadn’t been spanked in ages. It’d give her a good idea of what his potential was. Slightly, she shook her head.

A second later, he swung her over his knee. She yelped in surprise. Changing into a short skirt and leggings when she’d gotten home had been an excellent idea. Would he do what he’d promised in the club and pull them down?

Fuck. She was wet already. Her breasts poured out of her bra—a hazard of being a DDD—and her nipples tightened.

But she wasn’t easily cowed, and he needed to know that. “Am I supposed to be intimidated by a hand spanking? Please. I’ve played with canes, Sir.”

He chuckled. While she hung over his legs, she wondered if he was the kind of Dom who could make her scream. Unlikely with just his hand. Maybe he had a belt he could take off. Or she could get her toy box from the other room . . .

Smack.

“Ouch!” A wide streak of heat spread from where he’d hit her. “Where did you get the paddle?” Did he keep one in his back pocket?

“That was my hand, sweetheart. Still not impressed?”

Whack.

“Fuck.”

Tags: Sparrow Beckett Masters Unleashed Erotic
Source: readsnovelonline.net