Yield by Cari Silverwood

Mainly that she had a choice. “You already chose to let me do what I wanted to do to you, so yes.”
    “That was for one night.”
    She’d stopped trying to get off my lap, so this seemed more her checking where we were at.
    “And I haven’t heard you revoke that. So until I do...” I grabbed a handful of her hair. “I’m doing what I like.”
    I took off one flip-flop and smacked it on my leg to knock off sand and test how if felt. Ouch.
    Maybe she was right. This was a good time to rearrange what we were doing, just a bit. I wasn’t Pieter. I wanted something different, but he’d taught me the ropes, so to speak. I could speak kinky language like a Dom with the best leather pants.
    “You know what a safeword is? It’s a word that says stop to your Dominant, your Dom. If anything freaks you out, you say it.”
    “Dom?” Tentatively, she put a hand up to where I’d tangled my fingers in her hair, as if to check I really held her. After a shiver, she added, “We’re going there?”
    “We’ve been there since we met, Wren. You like me doing things like this.” I gave her head a shake and she was silent for several seconds, her hand slipping from her hair to support her on the sand.
    “Oh. I guess...”
    “Give me your safeword.”
    “Sand.” She gave that funny snort I heard her often make when something struck her as funny.
    I caressed her ass in big circles, loving the give and the shape of her flesh. “Sand. Fine.”
    A safeword was another step. A good one.
    I smacked her with the flip-flop, heard her yelp, and an under-the-breath curse then I watched the thong-print go from white to pink. Pretty, but even better was the whine as she wriggled on me.
    She was letting me do this – punish her. If my cock didn’t poke a hole in my shorts it would be a miracle.
    Spanking, or was this flip-flopping or thonging? It had a definite appeal. Fuck. Honestly, it rocked my world having her where she was, and taking it, semi-happily. I did nine more until I had her panting in between her screeching at the whack as the rubber came down on her.
    Some grains of sand had abraded her skin and a little blood seeped. Oops indeed. I shouldn’t be going that far. I touched her skin below the tiny bleb, intrigued that I’d caused this.
    No, I shouldn’t.
    She was panting still, her head low, and her outstretched arms propping her up off the sand.
    I drew her into a sitting position on my lap and dusted the sand off her. After kissing her hair, I rested my chin on her head. My hands found places on her to move upon and pat. This sort of cuddling with her in my arms satisfied some deep need I never knew I had.
    “How did that make you feel?”
    “It hurt.” She sniffed then shifted her butt. “Still does. I think you bloody well sanded my butt.” She inhaled then let it out steadily, as if giving herself time to think. “It turned me on, sometimes.”
    I grinned into her hair. “Good to know. It turned me on too. Your little cunt tempted me, every time I smacked you, but fucking you here would lead to cock abrasion or pussy sanding, or worse.”
    “That statement,” she muttered. “Is so dirty I don’t know where to start complaining.”
    “Nowhere, if you’re smart. Unless you want more flip-flop?”
    “No! It was different but no.” She buried her face in my shirt. “Even if it got me hot.”
    Such an adventurous woman, if this was her first time exploring kink. Some of my previous girlfriends, I’d been lucky to get more than fuck me out of them. I rethought that. I couldn’t, wouldn’t, call Wren a girlfriend. She was something more, if I could manage to keep this functioning as a relationship.
    Was it just first lust? Did I truly want to keep this going? Did she? Why the hell would she? I was a hired hand who’d shown her some kink.
    My own head was still wrestling with what we were doing. Hers? Perhaps more so.
    Like I’d told her, we could always change our minds later. Try my fucking