wrong. Not with the way his eyes are devouring me. I somehow manage to get my belt undone, and my baggy jeans fall down without any help from me.
He slides a hand between my legs and growls. “Not once tonight did you come over and whisper in my ear and tell me what was turning you on. Tell me now and maybe this spanking gets shorter.”
I’m not sure that’s actually incentive, but his hand in my pussy definitely is. “I loved watching Ari’s Dom tease her. I know this is called play, but with them, it actually looked fun. Silly.” I hitch a breath at what his fingers are doing. “And Quint kept touching his sub, even when he looked like his attention was totally somewhere else.”
I close my eyes, and his fingers stop. Damn. “I think I’d like to be in your lap sometime. At an event like this.” I scrunch my face, because this last part is going to be the hardest, and look at him because I need to see his eyes. “And I know they’re listening out there, at least some of them, and it’s making me wet and bothered.”
His fingers slide up inside me. “And?”
Damn him and his all-seeing eyes. “I’m proud to be here as yours tonight.“
He growls, and suddenly I’m over his lap and my face is pasted into the spanking bench and my feet are flailing. “Then let them hear you be proud, beautiful.” His hand rubs my ass, squeezing. I grab the side of the bench with one hand and his pant leg with the other.
I’m so ready for this.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Harlan
I ’m about to fucking punish a woman who has just slayed me with her words. I shake my head, damn glad she was getting every bit of the fun side of this spanking before she changed it into something else. She’s earned every swat, with her mouth and her attitude and her unwavering openness to what I’ve been asking of her and to what she wants to give.
The people on the other side of that door already fucking love her, but this is going to cement her place in this community. In the hearts of the people who are my family.
She jerks when I land my hand on her ass, but there’s no withdrawal. No shock. I grin. Not all edges are hard and sharp. This one is soft and curvy and I have a lapful of woman who can’t wait for me to spank her some more.
There are times when being a really cooperative Dom is its own reward. I swat her again, setting up an alternating rhythm that her punk-rock heart can sing with. And when she starts to push her ass up, asking for more, I give it to her.
I keep it light. This isn’t remotely about pain. It’s about membership, and she’s done all she needs to do to earn hers.
She’s wiggling like sin, trying to get my hand to land on her pussy. I pin her down tighter with my free hand and then move the spanking closer to where she wants it. She starts moaning, thrashing in my lap. I don’t remind her of the very quiet audience on the other side of the dungeon door. Every person in the lounge will respect the hell out of what she’s doing here, and she’s far enough gone that the only thing she’s hearing is my hand.
That’s as deep as I want to take her tonight. We still need to walk back through that door.
I move my hand a little lower, deliver a couple of much softer swats to her dripping arousal. Her eyes snap open and somehow they find mine. “Harlan. Please.”
She’s asking for the orgasm I’ve promised her, but it’s so damn much fun to mess with her. I land my hand on her pussy again, loving the spurting wetness. “More of this?”
It blows my Dom ego up like a balloon when she pauses, clearly considering it. “Later. I need to come.” The last word comes out mostly as a whimper.
She’s so fucking beautiful. I slick my palm with her wetness and then rub in hot, tight circles over her swollen folds. I’m not aiming for finesse—this isn’t going to take long.
She comes, shrieking against my hand and my knee and the spanking bench that has just become her world, and I can hear the
He slides a hand between my legs and growls. “Not once tonight did you come over and whisper in my ear and tell me what was turning you on. Tell me now and maybe this spanking gets shorter.”
I’m not sure that’s actually incentive, but his hand in my pussy definitely is. “I loved watching Ari’s Dom tease her. I know this is called play, but with them, it actually looked fun. Silly.” I hitch a breath at what his fingers are doing. “And Quint kept touching his sub, even when he looked like his attention was totally somewhere else.”
I close my eyes, and his fingers stop. Damn. “I think I’d like to be in your lap sometime. At an event like this.” I scrunch my face, because this last part is going to be the hardest, and look at him because I need to see his eyes. “And I know they’re listening out there, at least some of them, and it’s making me wet and bothered.”
His fingers slide up inside me. “And?”
Damn him and his all-seeing eyes. “I’m proud to be here as yours tonight.“
He growls, and suddenly I’m over his lap and my face is pasted into the spanking bench and my feet are flailing. “Then let them hear you be proud, beautiful.” His hand rubs my ass, squeezing. I grab the side of the bench with one hand and his pant leg with the other.
I’m so ready for this.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Harlan
I ’m about to fucking punish a woman who has just slayed me with her words. I shake my head, damn glad she was getting every bit of the fun side of this spanking before she changed it into something else. She’s earned every swat, with her mouth and her attitude and her unwavering openness to what I’ve been asking of her and to what she wants to give.
The people on the other side of that door already fucking love her, but this is going to cement her place in this community. In the hearts of the people who are my family.
She jerks when I land my hand on her ass, but there’s no withdrawal. No shock. I grin. Not all edges are hard and sharp. This one is soft and curvy and I have a lapful of woman who can’t wait for me to spank her some more.
There are times when being a really cooperative Dom is its own reward. I swat her again, setting up an alternating rhythm that her punk-rock heart can sing with. And when she starts to push her ass up, asking for more, I give it to her.
I keep it light. This isn’t remotely about pain. It’s about membership, and she’s done all she needs to do to earn hers.
She’s wiggling like sin, trying to get my hand to land on her pussy. I pin her down tighter with my free hand and then move the spanking closer to where she wants it. She starts moaning, thrashing in my lap. I don’t remind her of the very quiet audience on the other side of the dungeon door. Every person in the lounge will respect the hell out of what she’s doing here, and she’s far enough gone that the only thing she’s hearing is my hand.
That’s as deep as I want to take her tonight. We still need to walk back through that door.
I move my hand a little lower, deliver a couple of much softer swats to her dripping arousal. Her eyes snap open and somehow they find mine. “Harlan. Please.”
She’s asking for the orgasm I’ve promised her, but it’s so damn much fun to mess with her. I land my hand on her pussy again, loving the spurting wetness. “More of this?”
It blows my Dom ego up like a balloon when she pauses, clearly considering it. “Later. I need to come.” The last word comes out mostly as a whimper.
She’s so fucking beautiful. I slick my palm with her wetness and then rub in hot, tight circles over her swollen folds. I’m not aiming for finesse—this isn’t going to take long.
She comes, shrieking against my hand and my knee and the spanking bench that has just become her world, and I can hear the
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