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Whatever response she’d expected, it certainly hadn’t been the sharp twist of her nipple she got. Yelping at the flash of stabbing pain, she jerked her arms in front of her to protect her sensitive parts from another assault. “Hey! That hurt!”
“As it’s meant to,” he replied equitably. “Arms out, or I’ll have to get mean.”
“Getmean? What do you call trying to rip my nipple off?”
“A rather melodramatic exaggeration.” Cupping her face with one hand, he ran the pad of his thumb over her lips, his gaze roaming her face. “Do you need to use your safe word?”
“My what?”
“Your safe word. Earlier, I told you to call ‘Red’ if you truly want to stop. That’s your safe word. Do you need to use it?”
“I—maybe?” But the pain in her breast was already fading, and she realized it had been more of a shock than an actual injury. “Actually, no. I’m okay. You just surprised me.”
“Then please get in position. I won’t ask again.”
Once more, her curiosity overrode any semblance of good sense. If he wasn’t going to ask again, what would he do? Punish her?
Assuming that was the case, and unwilling just then to provoke him, she moved her arms into the requested position, holding them straight out to either side of her torso, palms facing the ceiling.
“Good girl.”
It was humbling to realize how much she enjoyed hearing those words. Almost as much as she’d enjoyed the playful way he’d called her naughty when she’d been over his knee.
Before she could ask what came next, he bent and picked up their wine glasses. They were the stemless kind, which she didn’t really understand. If they didn’t have a stem, weren’t they just fancy looking cups?
Her internal questioning was interrupted by him placing one of the glasses on top of her outstretched palm. Instinctively, her fingers curled up around the bowl to keep it from falling. “What are you doing?”
“Punishing you.” His tone was annoyingly cheerful. “Perhaps not as you’d expected me to?”
“Ah, no,” she said as he placed the other glass in her opposite hand. “What am I supposed to do with these?”
“Hold them. If even a single drop spills out of them, you will not be allowed to come tonight.”
“Rude. But okay. I can do that.”
“We’ll see.” With that, he lowered his head, taking the tip of her breast into his mouth and giving it a quick, hard suck. As if there were a wire that ran straight from her nipple to her clit, the arousal that had been set to simmer during their meal flared back to life and her back automatically arched, her body seeking more of his touch.
The ruby colored liquid in her hands sloshed dangerously close to the rims of the glasses, and the truth of her predicament slowly dawned on her with growing horror.
“I can’t keep them still if you’re going to keep doingthat!”
“Oh? What if I do this?” Mischief danced in his eyes as he slipped a hand between her thighs and ran a finger along the seam of her pussy. Not quite entering her, and not nearly enough to give her the kind of pleasure she’d experienced during her spanking, but enough to send ripples of anticipation through her.
“Cyrus! You’re not playing fair.”
“What are you supposed to call me right now?”
In her panic, she’d completely forgotten the rules. “Fine. You’re not playing fair,Daddy.”
“Where’s the fun in playing fair?” This time he did enter her, a single finger pressing inside of her, stroking her in a way that had her thighs shaking with the effort to stay upright.
“Is all this for me?” he asked, the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he pushed a second finger into her, stretching her. “You’re soaking wet, Ace. And I bet you taste delicious.”
Oh, gods. He couldn’t possibly mean…
But he did. Kneeling in front of her, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, gripping her ass tightly. Thanks to the ridiculously high heels she was still wearing, her pussy was at the perfect height for him to give it one long, slow lick.
“Cy-Daddy! Stop!” The muscles in her arms were already burning, quivering from holding the position for so long and trying to keep the glasses as still as possible. “I’m going to drop them!”
