He went still and took a deep breath before moving to stand in front of her. “Then I throw myself at your mercy. Hit me if you want.”
“Are you being serious?” He could have gotten her naked but skipped it to get punishment.
“Dead serious.” With his erection straining against the fabric of his black pants, he stretched his arms into a T. “See something you want?”
Her hormones were yelling ‘cock.’ However, Lily was finally understanding this little game. He wanted her to be mean to him; he liked her ordering him around and didn’t need her to be nice or polite.
“Maybe punching isn't what you need. Take the spoon. Hit me."
"You really want me to?" She knew she had to sound eager, but it was something she’d never done to anyone.
“Hit me. I was bad. Hit me.”
“Hitting doesn’t solve anything, and all day long I try to tell parents not to hit their kids."
He walked directly up to her and placed his hand on her collarbone, following it down to her wrist and then the spoon. He brushed his lips against hers. "I think hitting solves an awful lot of things. And I'm not a defenseless child. If I didn't want you to hit me, I wouldn't tell you to."
"But I—I—"
"You don't want to do it? Just a little?" His voice was hypnotic, and he twisted her nipple through her bra and slip. “You want to. We tell you to use your words all day long. Let go.”
She moaned close her eyes for a moment and then hit his hand hard with the spoon. “You didn't ask.”
“True, but how'd that feel?” he asked.
She found herself panting, “Too good. I can hit you anywhere I want and ask you to do anything I want?”
“You can ask for anything you want, except I won't put my cock inside of you.”
“Why not? You don't want to have sex?”
He pumped his hips around his hand, clearly aroused, “Tonight is about you, not me. Tonight, you make the calls. It can be everything and anything.”
“Anything?” She traced the spoon down to his crotch and gave it a solid jab. “I can have that?”
“You can touch it. You can tease it. You can use it to torture me. You control my orgasms. You can tell me when to touch it and how.”
“But no sex?”
“Not since we’ve both been drinking.”
“You just gave me more to drink.”
“But since I won't be touching you without your permission, didn't seem like a bad idea to let you loosen up and say how you really feel.”
“You should have told me.” She took the spoon and imagined it to be an extension of her arm. She hit him right on the side near his ribs, putting more force into it. “For knocking me down at the bar.”
He didn’t flinch so she hit him again. “For drinking half of my drink.”
He nodded encouragingly. “I've done more than that.”
She slapped him across the ass cheeks. “You touched me on the dance floor without permission. Why did you do that?”
“Because I wanted to. It felt good, and I hoped you’d punish me.” He was breathless.
She hit his ass again. “Roll down your pants.”
He obeyed, and she decided he was some kind of body builder or competitive swimmer for sure since he was hairless up to his black briefs. Then again, did hair matter much when his pale skin practically gleamed in the dim light of her living room?
