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"Yeah?" he says, his mouth up to my ear. I shiver when he nibbles my earlobe and licks the shell of my ear. My eyes flutter closed, and I stifle a moan. A strange sensation skates down my spine.
"When you said that you'd punish me," I say, barely recognizing my own voice. "What does that mean?"
And why does it make my pulse race?
"Could mean I take you over my knee," he says in a husky voice that makes me shiver again.
Over his knee.
I like the sound of that.
But it’s punishment…
"Would it be the kind of punishment that I would want to avoid?"
He begins to palm my breasts, the fullness of them pressed up against his rough, calloused, warm hands.
"In part, yes. Have you ever been spanked?"
I shake my head and bite my lip, trying not to choke. My voice sounds high and reedy. "Uh, no."
He palms my ass. "We could try it."
A part of me wants to, and a part of me doesn't. I want to know what else is at stake here.
"I definitely want to try that at one point.” I choose my words carefully. "But is there…" How do I say this?
And then his mouth is at my waist, and I'm so self-conscious that I pull my shirt down. His eyes smolder at me again.
When he speaks, his voice is hard and sharp. "Leave that alone. Now."
I narrow my eyes at him. He asked if I trusted him, and I do, but I do not recall giving him permission to tell me what to do. That said, we’re at a sex club, I've submitted to him, and I want to know what it's like to be dominated. I thrust my chin out, nerves nearly strangling me.
"No."
Something gleams in his eyes. Excitement? Anger? Challenge?
“If you disobey me, I’ll spank you, Dani,” he reminds, his eyes practically begging me to do exactly that.
“Are there like…contracts? Safe words?” I ask, swallowing and licking my lips. “What if I don’t like it?”
“What if you do?”
Heat suffuses my limbs, and my skin tingles.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he beckons me over to him. “Come here, Dani.”
I could tell him no.
Or I could go to him and see what happens next.
I’m walking to him on shaking legs, warring with myself about what is going to happen. Will he spank me now? Do I want him to? How much of this do I need to consent to before I’m alright with how this will play out?
When I reach him, he drags me onto his knee.
"Here at the club, we have a concept called consensual nonconsent."
"Well that sounds like a contradiction."
"It is and it isn't. It means that in our relationship, you consent to being dominated. Punished, if think you deserve it. You agree, but in the moment of a scene, you don’t have to.”
I blink. “Uh. What?”
“Like this,” he says in my ear. “When we’re in a scene? Your safe word is daddy.”
Can I safeword a safeword?
I like my lips and whisper, “Okay.”
“Stand up, please.”
A test. This must be a test. Am I ready?
“No.” I try to put some force behind my voice but I’m too excited.
Clucking his tongue, Ricco shakes his head at me. “Such a bad girl. I told you what happens if you disobey me.”
Before I can reply, I’m belly down over his knee, my limbs flailing.
A line of fire lights up my ass. What the hell is that? I look over my shoulder to see him holding his belt in a loop. Gah!
It hurts, but in a way that makes me crave more. Another strike, followed by another three hard smacks of his belt on my ass. I'm still clothed, but that doesn't seem to matter, because this hurts just fine.
"So that's a punishment?" I ask, breathless and trying to think of the quickest way to dive off his lap and out of his reach, while also wanting to shake myself for being a scaredy-cat.
"One of them," he says sternly. "Talk back to me again and we'll see how you like it on your bare ass." He's holding my gaze with a sidelong look as he threads his belt back around his waist. I'm immediately aware of the fact that he's hard as fuck, and I love that I… well, that I did that to him.
“You like… discipline?” I ask, not sure what to think.
A certain, firm nod. Hot.
“Absolutely.”
I scramble up the bed, aware of every nerve ending in my scorched butt.
“And, uh… so what might another punishment… be?”
"Another punishment could be an orgasm denial, making you ask for permission,” he says, his gaze fiery and intense, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt he’s enjoying the hell out of these potential scenarios. “Role playing.”
“Like… you’re a professor and I’m a naughty student?” I ask, biting my lip. Now that could be fun.
