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“It’s interesting,” Adam said, almost conversationally as he rubbed his hand over the spot he’d smacked. Angel tried not to moan. Or think about how close his hand was to her pussy. Didn’t matter that she was still wearing jeans, she could still feel the heat of his palm. She pushed her face into the couch cushion and hugged the controller to her chest. “You’re not a brat exactly, but you’re not exactly well-behaved either.”
“By whose standards?” Angel asked, taking a peek back at him through the curtain of her hair. But he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at her ass. And she became so interested in looking at him looking at her ass that she completely missed the raise of his hand.
Smack!
“Ouch!” He’d gotten her sit-spot on the other side.
Well at least each one was smarting equally now. She’d always hated asymmetry.
“That’s what I mean,” he said, chuckling, as he rubbed the new spot. “You didn’t say that because you wanted me to spank you again, and you could have said something a lot more insulting or sarcastic, but you weren’t exactly polite either.”
Angel rolled her eyes. “By whose standards, Sir?”
She squealed as he smacked each side of her ass, equally hard.
“Now that was bratty,” he said, sounding disapproving.
Adam
“Sorry, Sir.” Her voice was low but contrite.
While Adam didn’t normally like being called Sir outside of Stronghold, he found he didn’t mind it from Angel at all. He hadn’t meant to start a scene with her, but it seemed she’d started one with him. Yet he couldn’t even call it topping from the bottom. He’d heard the wistfulness in her voice when she’d asked if he was going to spank her, almost like a shy little request she wasn’t sure she wanted him to hear, and he hadn’t been able to resist.
Not that he’d been able to resist much with Angel. Sure, he’d been trying to distract her while they played, but he could have found any number of ways to do that. Instead he’d tormented them both by teasing her.
It had also been a test of his control. How much could he touch her, tease her, before he couldn’t resist moving beyond that?
The view down her sweater had been very nice, although he had to admit he liked this view too. Her rounded ass was lifted by his thigh, her upper body laid out on the couch with her arms tucked underneath her chest. From the way her head was tilted he was pretty sure she was watching him, but he didn’t meet her eyes. Everything about her body language said she was feeling shy and vulnerable and he didn’t want her to retreat.
No, he wanted to coax his lovely, little submissive out to play.
Shy wasn’t normally a word he would have associated with Angel, but that was the vibe he was getting from her. And it made sense, he thought, trailing his fingers across the lower curve of her bottom, enjoying the way she made little squirming movements as he did so. Shy about showing her true self, about exposing herself.
And the fact was, she was doing so for him... well it took his breath away. He would treasure her submission all the more, not because she was a strong woman and he loved it when a strong woman submitted, but because she was so sweetly, timidly hesitant about it. This wasn’t about proving he was dominant to her, but about proving to her that he could be trusted with this revelation of herself, that he would protect and cherish her for it.
He leaned down and kissed her, under the curve of her bottom where he’d spanked her a moment before, and then pulled her up onto his lap, leaning back against the couch, adjusting her so his raging erection was caught between their bodies.
She burrowed into his shoulder, her arms still curled protectively around her chest, although she finally dropped the controller she’d been holding. The way she snuggled into his arms suggested more than a desire to cuddle, she was trying to hide her face against him. He resisted the urge to chuckle and enjoyed the fact that she obviously wanted to be held by him even though she felt vulnerable and embarrassed. That was always a good sign.
“Good girl,” he murmured into her hair, taking a deep breath. She smelled like berries, and she relaxed against him.
Fingers touched his chest, stopped as if testing, and then slowly crept across towards his shoulder when he didn’t say anything. The light touch, the hesitancy, was making his cock throb.
“Are we going to finish the game?” she asked in a little voice.
Funny to think that at one point in the past few weeks, he might have wondered if she was trying to play him. If she was pretending to have a little tremor in her voice and body. Now the thought didn’t even cross his mind except as a relief that he’d moved past his suspicion about her.
“Would you like to?” he asked, shifting her so she was leaning back and he could look at her. Her face was flushed and her pupils were dilated, although she was having trouble looking him in the eye. Adorable. “Or would you like to play?”
Their eyes connected as heat flared between them and then her gaze skittered away again as her cheeks blushed even brighter. Adam chuckled.
“Your safe word is Uncle,” he reminded her, leaning down to capture her lips before she could respond.
Angel
Hot and heavy, was the first thought through her mind as Adam shifted, his weight pressing her down onto the couch. She opened her mouth beneath his, fingers clutching at his shirt as he kissed her. Deeply. Thoroughly. Until she thought she might melt into the cushions.
He’d maneuvered himself so he was fully on top of her, one of his thighs between hers, and all his wonderful weight practically crushing her. Not that she wanted him to move. Who needed air anyway? She’d rather have all his hot male muscle pressed against her entire body.
