“I—what?”
His hand comes down on my butt, the thud dull through my sweats.
“Hmm.That won’t do.”He pulls down my pants.“Nice undies, baby.”
Through the haze of my embarrassment and shock, I try to remember what underwear I have on today.In typical male fashion, Gage only packed my sexiest pairs.I think these are creamy lace with embroidered red roses.
Smack.Dmitri’s hand comes down.Not too hard at first, but after a few spanks, he adds more force.
I stubbornly keep quiet.He wants to take my phone and treat me like a child?Fine.I can’t stop him.
Except Icouldstop him.One little word,red, and it ends.
I purse my lips.I won’t safe word out.Not because I’m trying to be tough.Not because I’m trying to prove a point.It’s because the pain and the power are distracting.For the first time since Sunday morning, I’m not thinking about my problems.There’s only me, Dmitri, and the warm heat blooming over my ass.
It doesn’t hurt much at all.In fact, the heat is arousing.More importantly, it’s comforting.Cleansing.
My eyes fill with tears.
I need these spankings.I fuckingrelishthem.Every one that lands adds another element of heat, another crack of pain, another blossom of pleasure.
Without warning, Dmitri stops.“Baby?”
He pulls up my pants and lifts me so I’m sitting in his lap.“Oh, fuck, you’re crying.”
I hadn’t noticed.My eyes had felt teary, but I didn’t realize I was actually crying.He wipes my cheeks and kisses every tear track.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you?—”
“No—it felt good.”I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
My ass is hot and tender, but not in a bad way.My phone rests on the side table.I don’t want it anymore.
Dmitri’s gray eyes search my face.“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”I sniffle.
“You’re killing me, baby.”He hands me a tissue.“You didn’t want me to stop?”
“No, I knew my safe word and everything.At first I was mad at you and I didn’t want to say it, but then…you were giving me exactly what I needed.It was cathartic.”
“I’m glad I could help.”He strokes my back.“Hey, listen.I was thinking.Come out to Kinasey with me.”
It takes me a moment to understand what he’s saying.Whenever the Montroses talk about going to Kinasey County, it’s for one reason.“Your family’s cabin?”
Cabinmakes it sound more rustic than it is.The building is more like a mansion in the mountains.
“Yeah.Nobody will be using it.You can get away from the press.I’ll keep your phone on lockdown.”
I give him a pointed look.“I can control myself with my phone.”
He pats my ass.“Can you, though?”
“Shut up.”I roll my eyes and huff with annoyance.“We can’t leave town, anyway.I have to work.So do you.”
“I can take a few nights off.And you’re already working remotely.”
“I don’t know…” There are too many things to consider.Shouldn’t I stay here in case something happens?And Dmitri does have work.I can do video calls with my students; he can’t be Low Vice’s bouncer from Kinasey County.
