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“Spank Sanna, it’s hers,” I giggled. “Oh, wait, what am I saying? No. I mean yes, spank me, Joshua. Spank me.”
Suddenly, he lifted from my body. A scowl knitted his brow. “What did you call me?”
A wave of despair slammed me, far harsher than a mere slip of the tongue should have. Where was this shit storm of shame coming from? Granted, I’d started to submit, but not a level lofty enough to elicit such remorse.
“Stephen, Sir.” My voice quivered, and tears stung my eyes.
“Easy, Mellie. It was nothing more than a reminder. I certainly didn’t mean to toss you to the four corners under a landslide of rejection.”
I was unnerved by his uncanny intuition. He knew exactly how to pluck me off the ledge of panic and wrap me in a cloak of safety. Joshua seemed almost psychic when it came to my emotions. I’d read about that kind of thing in romance novels, but never thought for a second it could really exist—until now.
“I know. I’m sorry. I overreacted.”
But why? Why did you? I had no answer to give the enquiring voice inside my head.
“I’m not upset. But don’t internalize those things. Share them with me, or I’ll spank your ass for that, too.”
Still struggling to fathom why disappointing him had put me in such a tailspin, walls of protection shot up around me. Painting on a sassy smile, I deflected his instruction with humor.
“I think you’re looking for excuses to spank me, Sir.”
“I think you’re wishing I’d shut up and do it,” he laughed.
“Me? Think that? Why, I never…” Glancing around the ceiling, I whistled in feigned innocence. As long as I kept things light and breezy, I might just survive this test of submission.
“Right. Okay, little one. Let’s get this ironed out. Do you still trust me?”
“We’re not talking spankings anymore, are we?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Trust you with what?” I taunted, attempting to steer him from delving too deep into serious waters.
“If you even have to ask, then I think you need some time to think about it. I’ll give you ten minutes.”
Joshua rolled out of bed. I blinked and sputtered, but he silenced me when he held a finger to his lips. Biting my tongue, I watched him open a dresser drawer, slip on a pair of sweatpants, grab his keys, and walk right out the door.
Stunned and chaffed, I stared at the closed door. The son of a bitch had left me; put me in a Dominant version of ‘time-out.’ I fumed. Couldn’t he tell I was pulling his chain? The man obviously had no sense of humor.
He’s trying to teach you a lesson, and you know it.
“Yeah, yeah,” I scoffed aloud to the voice in my head. I knew exactly what lesson he wanted to teach me. It was time for me to shit or get off the pot, and Joshua was bent on maneuvering me exactly where he wanted me…at the fork in the road.
“So, what’s it going to be?” I asked myself aloud. “You going to stay and fight, or wimp out and take a hike?”
Exhaling a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes. Staying on my safe path had been easy. Lonely at times, but I made my own comfort. Relying on myself to find happiness and comfort wasn’t always easy, or ideal. So what if I had a bad habit of satisfying my needs with a slew of short, but intense relationships? I’d never claimed to be a nun.
Yet, on the other hand, the morsels of submission Joshua placed on my tongue tasted sweet and creamy, like chocolate; I could easily become addicted. The new path might assuage my ache for submission, but I’d have to change my attitude…a lot. I’d have to stop getting my back up when he issued commands. And on top of all that, I’d have to temper my mouth and not allow my stupid knee-jerk reactions to rule my tongue. The modifications expected sent my head reeling. The challenge would be huge.
A slight smirk tugged at my lips. I never sidestepped a challenge. I’d definitely keep him on his toes, and I didn’t have to worry about him trying to collar or claim me for any long-term Dom/sub relationship. A few days of fun and fulfillment might last me another eight years, or it could very well break the seal and release a submissive nympho. It was a fifty-fifty shot. I could either take a chance, or take a hike.
The key clattered in the doorknob. Joshua entered and pinned me with a stern gaze.
What’s it going to be? Safety or Scamper?
“I trust you, Sir.”
“Good.” Skimming off his sweatpants, he stood in the center of the room. His cock was hard, thick, and ready, drawing me like a magnet to steel…hot, velvety steel. “Kneel before me, little one.”
