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“Is that what’s bothering you?” he countered.
“Yes.” She exhaled. “I missed you.”
“Fuck.” He leant forwards and placed the glass of wine on the table top. “Maggie, if you think this is easier for me than it is you, you’re wrong. You were the one who came to my office and laid down the expectations before that scene. I was trying to abide by your wishes when what I wanted to do was bend you over and spank you for wearing stockings and a garter belt to work.”
His admission comforted her in a way she hadn’t expected. “I didn’t sleep well last night,” she admitted.
“You will tonight.”
Again, that confidence, assuredness, arrogance. He undid her.
“How difficult was it to unburden yourself?”
“Not as bad as I feared,” she confessed.
“Remember this. Turn to me, not from me.”
“Again, Sir, you have no idea what you’re asking of me.” She hadn’t had anyone to look after her before, and had never had a sexual relationship where she felt free to unburden herself.
“A few turns in the corner might add some incentive.”
Maggie shivered.
“Sub’s choice. If we’re going to do this on a regular basis, I demand your honesty. If you cannot offer it, I can’t trust you. If you don’t like my rules, you can safe word out and leave at any time.”
“Ah…”
“Question?”
“If I use my safe word, I have to leave?”
“God, no. I’m just saying you have the ultimate power. I have none beyond what you give me. Understand?”
The ease with which he’d discerned something was wrong then uncovered it should have upset her. Instead, it liberated her. She’d never known anyone who cared enough to even try. All the other men, whether in a scene or a vanilla relationship, had allowed her to hide. He was unnerving.
“I need you to touch me.” The clamps now burned as much as his physical distance chafed.
“Nothing would please me more.” He moved his drink to the floor and slid it against the couch for protection. Then he opened the top of the coffee table.
An array of spanking implements rested on black velvet. “That’s a clever toy box, Mr Tomlinson.”
“Another of Master Marcus’ functional designs. He seems inspired these days.”
“I’d say.” Who needed a dungeon when you could keep all your naughty secrets hidden in plain sight?
He looked at her.
“This was why you checked me for bruises,” she said.
“You’re onto my nefarious plan. I planned to make my selection with care.”
Despite the tension, she smiled. He returned it. The shared moment made the world seem as if it were back on its axis.
He chose a tawse.
“That’s serious, Sir.”
“Any objection?”
She licked her dry lips. Thrill and trepidation churned a potent mixture in her stomach. “Hell no.”
“I didn’t think there would be.” After closing the lid, he instructed, “Over my lap.”
“Yes, Mr Tomlinson.”
“Crawl to me.”
That wasn’t something she’d ever been instructed to do. She’d never understood the appeal. But once she had lowered herself to all fours, comprehension dawned. Being on the floor changed her perspective, making her mindful of her submissiveness. Her body moved in a different way. Her breasts hung low, her hips swayed and the addition of the clamps exposed her pussy.
“I like having you naked and on your knees,” he said. “That’s how I’ll keep you.”
When she looked up and saw the approval in his electric blue eyes, she was convinced he meant what he said. The way he perused her made her insides melt.
She draped herself over his knee, and he jostled her so that her ass was high.
“As you know, this will be worse than the flogger or my hand and likely worse than my belt. There’s no shame in needing a break or requesting something else.”
“I understand.”
“You may hold onto my leg if you need to.”
The wait seemed interminable.
She’d hoped he’d get on with it, but he rubbed and teased her before applying the rigid leather thong to her skin.
