“I was just telling you what they said.”
“It doesn’t matter. Say something like that again, and you’re in trouble.”
She licked her lips. “Hmm, what if I want to be in trouble?”
“Not this sort of trouble. You want a spanking, you tell me. I’ll give you what you want. But don’t deliberately disobey me to get one. Got it?”
Her eyes were wide. “I got it.”
“Tell me your hard limits.”
“Oh... ummm…” If they weren’t going to play then what did it matter? But then they didn’t have to be at the club to play, did they?
“I don’t like a lot of pain. No blood. No whips.” She shuddered. “No verbal abuse. Or humiliation.”
“No worries there,” he told her.
“Right, yes.” With his father, she understood that.
She licked her lips. “I’m not fond of blindfolds or gags while being bound.” It was too much. She loved being bound. Or being blindfolded. But not both.
He looked thoughtful. “All right, that’s a good start. I owe you ten.”
Ahh, what? “I don’t want a spanking,” she squeaked out.
“It doesn’t matter. These aren’t for pleasure. Stand. Strip.”
She looked at him for a long moment, and he just waited. She was still unsure of him, which was to be expected, but she would learn he never said anything he didn’t mean. She also needed to know he didn’t believe her to be a poor submissive or difficult. Jesus, what kind of Doms did Roarke have at his club?
Moving off his lap, she stood before him and pulled off her T-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Damn. His gaze was caught by the way her breasts swayed as she moved. Gorgeous. Her nipples were a dusky red, they tipped the most perfect creamy white breasts he’d ever laid eyes on. She bent, pulling off her yoga pants, and his cock strained against his jeans when he saw she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Turn. Slowly.”
She shuffled around.
“Stop,” he called out when she had her back to him. “Bend over.”
“What?” She glanced over her shoulder at him, surprise on her face.
He didn’t repeat himself. She’d heard him just fine. He waited patiently. Tiny was an extremely patient man. Or he’d always thought of himself to be. His need for her was wearing down his patience, though.
She bent over. Damn, that was one fine ass. Pert and smooth.
“Spread your legs.”
Reagan groaned but didn’t question him this time. Progress.
She spread her leg, and he got a glimpse of her gorgeous pussy, the lips glistening with her dew. He just stared at her for a long moment, taking her in.
“Come lie on my lap. No speaking unless I ask you a question.”
When she stood and turned to him, her eyes were slightly glazed, her cheeks flushed. She hesitated a moment then lay herself across his knees. Tiny wasn’t offended. It took time to build up trust. Even if you already had trust, the trust between Dominant and submissive was a whole other level of trust.
He ran his hand from the top of her spine to the base then back up. She was stiff as a board, and he didn’t want that. He waited until she relaxed beneath his touch. He placed his hand on her butt cheeks, feeling her jump slightly. But he simply rubbed and squeezed her ass cheeks.
“Do you remember why you’re being spanked?”
“Yes. Do you?”