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He sweeps his lips against mine, sending a shiver all the way to my toes. “You don’t have to say it back. But I wanted to show my cards early, in case you wanted to run off with my boy Archer.”
Snorting, a laugh bubbles up inside me. “Maybe I do. You think he cuts his toenails over the bathroom sink?” The words are barely out of my mouth when the ground shifts from underneath me, and I’m over Thor’s shoulder. With a squeal, I wriggle and squirm, but he doesn’t let up. In fact, he gives me a sharp smack on the ass that silences my protests and draws a moan from me.
It’s been so fucking long.
Too long.
My ass tingles in anticipation while my pulse thrashes faster and faster with each step. Are we going back to the throne room? A different room?
I need to count the different rooms within Protocol. I think there are twelve semi-private rooms, all of the play at Protocol kind of happens out in the open. Paige told Mackenzie and I that it’s a safety thing. How else do you monitor what’s happening inside the rooms?
A public club isn’t going to want to be held liable if a predator sexually assaults someone in a room like that. If they’re all viewing rooms at least one of the dungeon monitor’s team can see what’s going on and make sure everyone is safe.
Where’s he taking me? Do I care? If he dropped me right here and bent me over would I mind being watched as he spanked me?
Ugh. His grip on my legs means I can’t clench my thighs together. Not that it does much good at all. I’d much rather grind my crotch against the corner of the dining table to help with delicious friction. Despite having thick thighs, I can’t figure out a way to make them rub together and give my clit friction. Maybe I’m doing it wrong.
Another smack on my ass tells me Thor’s noticed my squirming. “Easy, kitten. I don’t want to drop you on your pretty head. I’ll mess up your curls again, and you’ll get mad at me.”
He’s not wrong. Since I moved in with him and Matthew, he’s been a menace to my curls. He’s always twisting them around his fingers, spearing his hands in them, or pulling off my bonnet so he can stroke my hair in bed.
I’d love to even pretend I’m mad about it, but despite the additional frizz, increased number of days where my hair is either tied up, or higher frequency of hair washing, I kind of love it. I might kind of love him, too. But I’m keeping those words inside me and focusing on his ass filling out the dress pants as he strides with purpose toward wherever the fuck he’s taking me.
“Hey, you okay?” Thor’s question isn’t to me, another pair of legs stop next to his.
“Fine.” Slade grunts, but it’s not convincing. “You?”
“Nice try. We’ll circle back to that, I’ve got an ass to spank.”
Slade chuckles. “Public or private?”
Dangling like a ragdoll over Thor’s shoulder, I wiggle, twisting to look at Slade. “You can watch if you want to.”
“You heard my girl.” He smacks my ass again, the smile clear in his voice. “She’s good with you watching.”
Thor carries me to one of the rooms with one way glass, I think there might be rooms with two way glass, but I’m not sure. People can see into our scene, but I can’t see whether anyone is in the viewing room attached or not. I’m okay with that. It’d probably just distract me and make me self-conscious. As it stands, I can pretend it’s just Slade in there, maybe Kenzie and Austin. It’s not really a big deal if my friends watch.
Thor drops me onto the couch at the side of the room, kneeling between my legs and brushing my hair out of my face. “You sure you’re ready?”
It’s so fucking sweet that he’s checking again, but the fire burning in my core is relentless. If he doesn’t spank me, and soon, I’m going to spank my fucking self.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, kitten. It’s my job to check you’re okay.”
Nodding, I roll my shoulders with a slow release of breath. “I need this, Thor. Please?”
Concern swims in his eyes, but there’s a flicker of something else in those baby blues, too. Lust. Knowing this man wants me without him having to say a single word, makes me wet as fuck. Knowing he’s held off from playing with me because we’ve been rebuilding things between us is so damned hot.
I need his help getting me out of my pleather dress, but when I step out of the pool of fabric, he whistles. “Kitten.” He adjusts his cock in his dress pants. “You are spectacular. Let’s spank that perfect ass.”
CHAPTER30
Thor
I’m fucking terrified.
It’ll be fine. I know it’ll be fine. We’re stronger as a couple, we’ve worked on communication over the past few weeks, and I’m aware of what went wrong last time so I won’t make the same mistake again.
But I’m still fucking terrified.
