“Good. You can stop counting now.”
It was all the warning he gave her before he shifted his grip on her waist and lit into her bottom. Kit let out a shriek at the sudden assault and before long, she was a wild, thrashing thing over his lap, wiggling and fighting to be released. His knee throbbed in protest, but he gritted his teeth through the pain and focused on delivering a thorough lesson.
Bringing the punishment to an end with a few extra hard swats to the sensitive spots where ass met thigh, Austin let his hand rest on her heated skin. “Who is in charge here, kitten?”
“You are, sir,” she said on a groan, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
“Good girl. We’re done for now. But just know that there will be a time when that attitude of yours will earn you more than just my hand on your ass.”
“Yes, sir.”
Satisfied he’d made his point, he patted her bottom and leaned back. “Stand up, hands on your head.”
Scrambling to obey, she stood, linking her fingers behind her head like he’d taught her. “Place your feet shoulder width apart.”
When she was positioned how he wanted her, he stood, circling her, taking his time and letting her feel his gaze on every inch of her exposed body.
Standing behind her, he reached around, cupping her breasts in his hands. “I love your breasts. But you already know that, don’t you, kitten?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, a small smile curving her lips.
Releasing her soft mounds, let his hands drift down to her round tummy. “And I know you don’t believe me, but I love your stomach, too.” He gently pressed his fingers into the soft flesh. “Your hips. Your ass. Your sweet pussy.”
As he spoke, he trailed his fingers down her stomach to the thick thatch of curls between her thighs. “I can’t get enough of this. Of you.”
Using one hand to grip her hip, he slipped a finger between her lips, grinning when he found her wet and ready for him. “Seems like the feeling’s mutual.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ready to up the ante, kitten?”
“Sir?” she asked, her voice just a little breathless, a little uncertain.
“I want to hurt you.” Pulling her back against him, he pinched her clit, drinking in her shocked gasp as she went up on her toes. “Do you remember your safe words?”
“Y-yes, sir. Yellow to slow down, red to stop. Like a traffic light.”
“Good girl. And you know I won’t be mad if you need to use them?”
There was the slightest hesitation before she nodded. Frowning, he pulled away and turned her to face him, catching her chin between his thumb and forefinger to force her to look up at him.
“We don’t go any further until I’m absolutely convinced you’ll use your safe words if you need them, little girl.”
“I will, sir. It’s just…” Trailing off, she sucked on her bottom lip and tried to look away.
“No. Eyes on me.” He waited for her to obey and granted her a tight, approving smile. “Good girl. Now, what did you want to say?”
“I just want you to be happy with me,” she whispered, tears shimmering in her eyes.
“Oh, baby. I am beyond happy. Even if you shout red before I put the first clamp on, I could never be anything less than thrilled with you.”
Her eyes widened, and she sucked in air. “Clamp, sir?”
“Yes. I think you’ll enjoy them. But you’ll never know if I can’t trust you to tell me when it’s too much. Can I trust you, kitten?”
“Yes, sir.”
Much more believable this time, but he’d still be keeping an eye on her. “All right. Come with me, then.”