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He rolls his beautifully blue eyes and clucks his tongue. “And we were doing so well.”
“What? I figured you’d be happy that I was low maintenance.”
“Being a submissive isn’t about giving me everything to make me happy.” He grunts before draining the last of his drink and scooting forward onto the edge of his seat. “Think of it this way. Maybe I like taking care of someone after I’ve spanked them so hard their ass is purple and they can barely sit down the next day.”
My jaw hangs open. I don’t even know what to do with that.
I don’t know if I’m turned on or terrified.
I think I’m both.
He grins, clearly enjoying the shock factor his words carried. “My main role as a dominant is to make sure my submissive is sexually fulfilled and taken care of. Maybe that’s part of my aftercare, taking care of you. In fact, maybe I just want you to lie back and take whatever I want to give you without expectation of reciprocation. Did you consider that?”
I hadn’t. And I make a mental note to talk to Kenzie and Paige about their experience with aftercare, both their own needs and their dominants. It’s hard to deny, lying back and taking it sounds amazing. “I hadn’t, no. I figured you’d just want me gone and out the door of the club once you were done.”
“I love aftercare.” He shrugs, and if I wasn’t paying such close attention to his stunning features I'd have missed the tiny blush creeping into his cheeks. “It’s one of my favorite parts.” A pause.
“After the spanking.” I trail my index finger over my bottom lip. It’s getting harder and harder not to vault over this coffee table between us and grind against him until I fall apart. The carefree way he talks about sex and what he likes, lights me up.
“After the spanking,” he confirms. His blue eyes sparkle at me, and the temptation to take my panties off and lie on the table for him is overwhelming. I am so desperate to quiet the noise in my brain, the job, the car, the epic fuck up in adulting, the inevitable “we told you so” from my older sisters. I groan. From mymother.
Ugh.
It’s all lingering in the back of my mind, and I know, I justknowthat a few smacks on my ass will slap those thoughts right out of my head and bring me a calm and clear mind.
“Is there anything else you want to talk about before our play session?” I need to get away from this man before I fuck him in the parking lot.
“Don’t you mean kinkfest?” That smile of his will be my undoing. “I don’t think so. Hard limits and aftercare are my main ones. We’ll run through things again tonight before we start, just to make sure nothing has changed as you’ve mulled over it throughout the day.”
“Tonight?”
His grin turns wolfish. “Well. If you’re not down to let me bend you over this table and spank you in front of all these people, then yes. I’d like to see you tonight.”
My head nods, but no words make their way out of my mouth. It takes what feels like a full two minutes before I find my voice again. “Meet at the club?”
“The club is closed tonight for newbie training. We could meet at the club tomorrow night.”
“I don’t want to wait.” Not because I don’t want to give myself time to change my mind, but because I need this man inside me. STAT.
“If you’re okay with it, you could come to my place.”
“Y-you have a sex dungeon?” My usual confidence has been replaced by a stammering fool who has lost command of her voice because she’s so focused on being smacked on her ass so hard she can’t sit down. Of course he has a sex dungeon. The guy’s a sex god.
“I have a sex room. The club is actually the perfect place for new people to play, and it’s generally considered the safer option than going to someone’s private sex dungeon in their house. But if you’re okay with it... I’ll send you the address to my place.”
He walks me to my car like a real gentleman, opens the door for me, and waits for me to click my seatbelt as though we didn’t just talk about him playing with my badonkadonk.
He stands watching me, waiting for me to pull out of the parking lot. The more he stares the more I just want to open the door, fling myself at him, and have him drag me to his kinky room to have his way with me. But he said tonight for a specific reason. He wants me to think it over, he’s giving me time and space to process, to say no if I want to, and it’s kind of nice.
I get that it’s his process, it feels smart, like... maybe I should consider implementing this process before I fall into bed with anyone else for the rest of my life. It might have prevented me from making some big mistakes throughout the years.
When I get back home, I ignore the boxes piled high around my space and collapse onto the bed with a frustrated grunt. I shoot off a text to Sub Club telling them that project “Mount the God” is a go, and that if I disappear tonight, never to be heard from again, don’t avenge me. Let Thor keep living his sexy god lifestyle, killing women with ass smacks and countless orgasms. If I’m gonna die, that’s how I want to go.
CHAPTER4
Addison
“Come in.”Thor steps back, pulling the door as he moves, giving me space to enter his home. It’s a beautiful property, and I can’t help but wonder how he can afford such a lovely family home on a bartender’s salary.
