Doesn’t make one better than the other. Or somebody better than someone else.”
He hated that she felt so conflicted over this.
But he understood and he wouldn’t push. If she needed him to back off, take things slower, he would. Last thing he wanted was for her to feel railroaded. And he knew he tended to do that. He was the one that always went full speed ahead while Archer took a slower, more thought-out approach.
“It’s up to you. Tell me you need more time and we’ll settle this with a hundred lines and ten minutes in the corner. Or pull your pants and panties down and turn around.”
He wasn’t sure what way she was going to go. He kept himself back, forcing himself to be patient. It didn’t come easy to him. But for her, he’d try.
He fully expected her to ask him for more time. So he kind of froze in shock as she started pushing down her pants. She sat on the bed and drew off her fluffy socks and pants. Then she stood again. She looked up at him. He made certain to keep his face neutral. He didn’t want her to do this because he wanted it. But because she needed it.
“You’re sure?” he asked as he reached for her pink, cotton underwear.
So cute.
He was certain Archer would insist on buying her silky, sexy underwear and he could see her in those too.
Fuck. Where had that thought come from? What was wrong with him?
“No,” she said. “But I want to try. I want to do this.”
“For you? Don’t do it for me.”
She looked at him steadily. “For both of us.”
He gave her a nod and she slipped her panties down. She was completely bare. Open to his gaze.
Giving him a look of trepidation, she turned around, revealing her gorgeous ass. It was rounded and plump. White. It was going to show up every smack of his hand perfectly.
He heard her take a breath then she bent over.
His cock pressed against his jeans uncomfortably and he had to reach down and adjust himself.
“Good girl,” he told her in a low, rough voice. He actually had to clear his throat. Jesus, she had him so tangled up. “Spread your legs.”
She pushed her thighs apart.
“Lean down further, rest your forearms on the bed, bottom nice and high in the air.”
That put not just her ass on display but the pretty folds of her pussy as well. Perfect. He wanted to test whether his guess was right, and she was going to find some pleasure in her punishment. Not that she’d be allowed to come. While he wasn’t that upset with her, he thought this was a good opportunity to test whether she was ready for this part of him. The disciplinarian. This was a small introduction. Better to do this now than wait until a bigger transgression when he might have to be harsher with her.
He moved up behind her, grabbing her cheeks with both hands and rubbing them. He felt her jump then settle as she realized he wasn’t starting in on her punishment immediately.
“You are so fucking sexy, girl. This ass. Those legs. That plump, pink, pretty little pussy. I’m going to need a cold shower after seeing all of this.”
“I could help you with that problem.”
As nice as that offer was, he wasn’t taking them there yet.
Slow and steady would win him the subbie. And the Little. Who he couldn’t wait to meet again.
This was all about building her trust in him. About her figuring him out. About her knowing that he would never allow her to be harmed again. Never let anyone treat her like less than the fucking princess she was.
He moved so he was standing side on. He rubbed one ass cheek briefly before giving her a sharp slap.
“Just so you know that last smack wasn’t anything to do with your punishment.”
Slap! Slap!