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“Sir?” I whisper.
“Yes?” His deep soothing voice cuts through the thick tension like a knife.
I smile because he’s awake just like me. Does he miss my touch as much as I miss his? “Am I a bad sub?”
He sucks in a breath, and my heart stops beating while I wait for his answer. “No, just a new one.”
I smile wider. “Sir?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know. Get some sleep.”
* * *
Footsteps rouseme from my fitful sleep. It took me hours to finally doze off on this damn floor. Opening my eyes, I see Lorenzo, fully dressed in his suit and tie. He crouches down beside me. I swear if he pats me like I’m a dog, I’ll bite him like one.
But he doesn’t. He scoops me into his arms and places me gently on the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Even bad dogs get to sleep on the bed sometimes,” he says softly. I feel the retort on the tip of my tongue but amusement dances in his eyes, and I don’t want another fight. He takes away my blanket and tucks the duvet around me before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I’m going to be out all day. I won’t be home until after dinner.”
“Okay,” I whisper. I don’t know how to do this yet; how to act normal with him after he spanked me and made me sleep on the floor. I’m used to tension and conflict being resolved with shouts and fists. At least I knew how to handle strife with Brad, even if it was a nightmare to live through. I don’t know how to move past this with Lorenzo.
“I missed you,” I admit.
He dusts his knuckles over my jaw, and I press my cheek into his hand, desperate for his affection. “I missed you too.”
“Did I mess it all up on our first date?”
A deep frown furrows his brow. “No.”
“You’re not still mad at me?”
He rolls on top of me, his forearms on either side of my head and the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. “No, sunshine. The point of the punishment is not only to correct the behavior, but to enable us to get past whatever the issue was. Once the punishment is over, it’s done with and we move on. No holding onto any negative shit, and if you are holding onto any, then talk to me about it.”
“I didn’t like sleeping on the floor.”
He runs his nose along my jawline and goosebumps prickle over my forearms. “I know. I didn’t like you sleeping down there either.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You already apologized.”
“Hmm. It’s an old habit.” I shrug.
“Another one I’m going to break,” he says before he trails soft kisses over my neck.
I whimper like the desperate little sub he’s turning me into. “You smell so good, sunshine.”
“So do you, Sir.” Catching the scent of his expensive shampoo and his cologne, I moan.
A deep, guttural growl rumbles in his throat. “I have to go.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and lift my hips, rubbing along his rock-hard length. “Can’t you stay for ten more minutes?”
