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Wait…what?He heard me say what? The only thing I remember saying is that I like getting fucked doggy style. Fuck my life!
"You like chocolate. He should have already brought it to you.”
Oooh, he's an exacting master.Hot.
Wait… maybe not. That might actually piss me off. We’ll put that in the “let’s wait and see” category.
A few minutes later the door opens, and a staff member brings in a huge platter of dessert with all kinds of chocolate things on it. Cakes and cookies and mousse and chocolates. Little petit fours, and some kind of Italian masterpiece I’ve only seen in the North End. I have no idea what it's called but it has whipped cream and it stands high to the heavens.
"That looks delicious." I have a queasy stomach because I’m nervous, but I don't mention that. “But, um, if I eat dessert right now, I'm never gonna stop talking."
"Take it back," he snaps to his staff.
It's true, though. When I eat chocolate, I start talking a mile a minute and then I crash. I crash so hard.
"We'll save that for later." His words are laced with meaning.
"That sounds like an excellent idea. Now, tell me where to go and I'll go get ready for this party. Wait, what am I supposed to be wearing to this thing?”
"You look fine."
My jaw drops open. "Um, Adriano? I’m most definitely not ready for a party! I’ve got smudges on my face from my impromptu hike and my make-up’s smeared..."
"You look beautiful."
"Did you hear what I said about not falling in love with me?"
"Me telling you that you look beautiful has nothing to do with falling in love. I promise."
Hmm. We will see about that, Mr. Adriano Bruno.
"Well, thank you. But I'm not going to whatever this is tonight wearing a dress that I ripped with my bare hands."
"Formal attire. I'll be wearing a tux."
"You just told me I’m okay as is and you're wearing a tux?" Is he playing with me? Of course, he's playing with me. Dammit.
"We might need to take you shopping."
"When you saywe, do you mean you and me, or does that just involve your plastic?”
"I’ll take you shopping."
"Really?"
"Why does that surprise you?"
“Um, because you're kind of an asshole?”
He casually places his napkin on the table. Folds his hands on his knee and gives me a serious look. “I’ve warned you, Quinn. I’ve given you lots of leeway. But that, love, just earned you your first spanking."
My jaw drops open, my heart beats faster, and I’m wet. Fucking masochistic tendencies…
"Why? You said you like it when I tell the truth. And you already spanked me.”
"Telling you not to lie to me isn't the same as telling you to speak whatever you think, Quinn. And that was just a test, not a full spanking.”
And just that fast, I can picture myself sprawled out over his lap while he pins me down. I think I stop breathing here for a minute.
