Page 21 of Imperfect Gifts
He stood, reached for his phone and silenced it, and said, his voice stronger, “Well played, Miss Hughes.”
Genie moaned a little at the loss of his cock when he stepped back. He walked to the door she assumed led into the house and disposed of the condom in a garbage can beside the door. He fastened his pants and put his dick away, and Genie suddenly wondered if she was going to get an orgasm. She’d had a small one when he’d first started fucking her, but she really kind of needed a bigger one.
It was Dev who walked back to her — not Agent Patel. So sexy, with a practically liquid walk, rather than the all buttoned-up and macho acting Agent.
“Someone still needs an orgasm, but I think maybe a little spanking is in order, for cutting my game short. We didn’t even get to use the jail.” He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Well played, little owl.” He touched her wrists. “Still okay?”
“Yeah. Thanks for fixing it when they weren’t.”
“Always, when I realize there’s an issue. Someday, I’ll wait to see if you give me a yellow, and if you don’t, there may very well be a spanking you won’t like because of it.”
“I didn’t have time to tell you,” Genie protested. “You fixed it nearly as soon as it hurt!”
“Today, yes. Just make sure you tell me if it’s something I don’t pick up on.” He fondled a nipple over the top of her too-tight cotton tee, and she wiggled her naked ass.
She saw the movement out of the corner of her eye, felt the wind displacement, and then felt the sharp sting of his hand on her butt — herentirebutt. His hand was big.
And then he was behind her again, his hands on the back of her head, fingers moving from the center out to the base of her ears. He was silent, and she answered the question he couldn’t figure out how to ask.
“My owl’s ears are asymmetrical, which supposedly helps us locate things. I don’t know how much of a help it is, but the right ear is a little higher than the left. It’s mirrored on my human form.”
“Is that why you have the asymmetrical haircut?” he asked.
“See, you’re smart, too. Yeah. It’s camouflage. I used to just have long hair, but it’s a pain in the ass. I prefer it short, but then my ears look funny. So, longer hair on one side — one ear gets to show, the other doesn’t, and it works.” Though she came back from the owl with long hair, and she kept it long for special occasions, or when it was really cold outside.
Why was he talking about her ears? Wasn’t he going to spank her?
“Since we’re negotiating proposals,” he said, his hand stroking down her back towards her ass, “I have one for you.”
His hand swatted her ass again, hard enough to sting, but not even close to what was needed to bruise.
“One hundred swats of my hand, then ten of my belt. Take it without safewording and you get three orgasms.”
“You just threatened me about making sure I safeword if I’m in trouble!” Genie protested.
“When I make this kind of deal with you, it’s expected you’ll let me know if there’s a problem outside of the spanking —a muscle cramp, restraints that hurt, a limb falling asleep, a sudden need to use the restroom, a belt that’s hitting an injury I’m not aware of that should otherwise be safe, that kind of thing. However, safewording because the spanking is too much pain when there is no risk of injury —thatwould void the deal.”
“Fifty and five,” she countered.
“Seventy and ten.”
“Seventy and five.”
“The ten with the belt isn’t negotiable. I’ll drop the hand spanks to seventy, but no farther.”
“It would be a bitch to make it through all of that hand spanking, and then five or six with the belt, and not be able to handle the final few. I know I can handle five of just about anything.”
“Which is why ten is my minimum.”
She blew out a breath, squeezed her eyes closed, and considered just how badly she wanted those three orgasms.
“If I make it to five with the belt, I get one good orgasm.”
“Nope.”
“Fuck.”
“That activity isn’t currently on the table.”
