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When she didn’t answer, he tightened his grip.
“The club, Sir,” she yelped.
“Would you care to explain to me why you were sitting here showing off what belongs to me without my permission? Think carefully about your answer, it might mean the difference between being able to sit down uncomfortably tomorrow, and not being able to sit at all tomorrow.”
Oh shit, he means business.
“No stalling to decide what to say. The truth is the only thing that may help you at this point, though I’m not sure how much.”
Tears gathered, but she refused to let them fall. “I couldn’t take it anymore. You wouldn’t touch me, hell, I’m not even sure if you’ve looked at me in the last two months. I know you love me, but I need my Sir.” The words ran together; she didn’t even take a breath.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. I just hated that you were hurting.” He pulled her from the bar top into his arms. “Let me take you upstairs. I will cook for you, and we can talk.” He kissed the top of her head.
“No,” she yelled, fighting to get free. When he placed her on her feet, he looked down at her like a heartbroken little boy. “I love how you take care of me. I love when you are soft and gentle, but I also love my Dom, and I need him. If you can’t be that for me anymore, I don’t know if we will survive. You need that as much as I do.” Samantha was careful not to look around, afraid of the crowd that might be gathering.
“You’re still healing. I’m worried about you.” He wasn’t getting it. She needed him to understand.
“I refuse to be his victim for another fucking day, do you hear me? I need my Dom. I am not hurting. I am no longer injured. I have worked my ass off to heal, and now the only thing left is this.” Losing her temper was never a good thing for her.
“Did you just yell at me? First you come to my club and show off my property without my permission, then you stand here in the middle of my club and raise your voice? Are you sure you’re safe to play?” This wasn’t the gentle Derrick talking any longer. This was her Dom, and she couldn’t be more thrilled.
“Just ask Ian. I did my last follow-up with him on Thursday. I have been released to my normal activities, and he knows our normal activities.” She winked, hoping he would understand she needed to play.
“I’ve been a fool,” he mumbled. He looked her straight in the eyes. “That ends tonight. You have some punishments coming your way for this little stunt you pulled, don’t you?” He quirked an eyebrow. Her panties became wetter with each passing minute. “And what is this here?” He reached between her legs. “When is it ever permissible to wear panties in the club, no matter how skimpy they may be?” He grabbed the offending cloth and ripped it from her body as easily as tearing a tissue.
Before she could respond to him, he bent over and picked her up again, throwing her over his shoulder and walked across the hall. He stood in the doorway and looked around before moving to the spanking bench in the corner of the room. He set her on her feet, leaned over, and took her mouth in a kiss that took her breath away. He kissed her like a man starved and only came up for air when they were both panting from oxygen deprivation.
“Damn, I’ve missed you. Here’s what’s going to happen. You will receive the punishment for your actions here tonight. Then I’m going to carry you up to my apartment and fuck you all night long. Before the sun rises, you will take me in every way you can and then again. You will come so many times, you may not even remember your own name. Tomorrow, we have a lot to discuss, but tonight we make up for the last two months.”
He kissed her again before leading her to the couch against the wall then sat down, and once he was settled, he looked up at her and patted his knee. She knew exactly what he wanted, and she needed it as badly as he seemed to in this moment. His promises about what the night would bring had her ready to explode, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
She lay over his lap and adjusted herself until her hands were on the floor beside his left leg. He rubbed her cheeks, open to him in this position. She felt the cool air for a split second before the first smack landed. She felt like she could let out a breath she had been holding for two months, finally able to let go and trust that Derrick would make everything better. And he did.
THE END
