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“Come here.” He pointed to the floor in front of him.
“Make me.” It was like an echo of the game she’d always wanted to play, that he’d never engage in. Now he wasn’t just a head taller – he was fucking huge.
He strode toward her and she slid off the table and backed from him slowly. Oh fuck. She’d fantasized about this game for so long, but after a dom in Manhattan had told her a true submissive would never challenge a dominant like this, she’d never tried it with anyone else.
With Nate it was unfinished, thrilling business.
“Why are you being such a bad girl?” Nathan asked, his brow furrowed in disap
proval and his voice dropping to such low rumble that she could have sworn it made her clit vibrate.
“Because you won’t punish me,” she shot back. “I know you, Nathaniel. You’re too nice to be strict.”
“Oh, am I?”
She nodded, relaxing because he wasn’t coming closer. “And you think I’m cute so you’ll let me do what I want.” It was too bad. After the wrestling she’d thought she was going to get all the violence and dominance she’d been craving from him.
“Has being cute saved you from getting in trouble with other dominants?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “Some of them find me hilarious.” She swayed a little, playing up the big eyed and sweet angle that often go her out of hot water.
“You are funny, and very beautiful, but if you brat with me there will be consequences.”
“What kind?”
“The painful kind.”
She groaned.
“Come here. Now.” He jabbed a finger at the floor in front of him again.
“Que?”
“Riley Bettina,” he growled. “Last warning.”
A nervous giggle escaped her. She wasn’t a giggly person, but this frowning, serious Nate was hard to take seriously. Sure, he’d wrestled her down to tie her arms behind her back, and they weren’t coming free no matter how she wriggled them, but it was Nate, not some serious dominant, right?
But she’d be lying if she didn’t admit she wanted him to catch her, to punish her, to be the kind of dominant she needed. Even as she thought about the old, sweet Nate who’d never hurt her, she really did want this new, dommy Nate to fucking hurt her.
He strode straight for her, and she backpedaled, excitement buzzing, but as she turned to run he caught her around the waist and carried her across the room and arranged her face down over the arm of the couch.
“Nathanial! Let me up!”
“No. You need to obey when you’re given a command. If you don’t mind your manners around me, you’ll get what’s coming to you.”
She tried to kick, but he pushed her legs back down and smacked her hard on the ass. He nudged her feet apart and kept going, raining a series of teeth-rattling swats down on her tender skin. He had a stupidly hard hand. It was like being spanked with whippy sandpaper. Unfortunately, he seemed to like the way she squeaked when he hit the seam between her ass and leg.
“You’re doing it too hard!” she complained, trying to shift away from his hand. The blazing fire of her ass was intense and unpleasant, but the feeling of his palm on her back, pressing her down against the couch arm, was seriously hot.
“I’m just getting started.” He planted a kiss at the base of her neck and shivers pricked along her skin. Without warning, he flipped her onto her back on the couch, then forced her struggling legs back toward her face until he had access to her ass again. With her arms trapped under her back, she was uncomfortable and helpless, and with her back arched because of it, her tits were on prominent display.
Oh fuck, this position was too humiliating. If he spanked her like this she might come.
“No, stop! Please, Nate, I’ll stop bratting, I promise.”
“You really don’t like this position.” His mouth tilted in a half grin.
“It’s –” She tried to squirm out of his grip, but he had both of her ankles in one hand and there was no breaking his hold. How could he be so much bigger and stronger than he used to be? “I don’t like it!”
