Later, we lie side by side. My heart rate is just about back to normal. The butt plug and black silk rope lie discarded on the floor.
“That was intense.” Ewan reaches for me and I turn to snuggle against him.
“Yes, sir. You did say it would be though.”
“Even so. Not too much for you? First real scene, and all that.”
I hesitate. The orgasm denial part at the beginning was harsh. I was scared then, convinced I would screw up and not manage to exert the control he was demanding. As I cast my mind back over the event though, I realise that he was in control the entire time. He kept me on the point of orgasm whilst he prepared my arse, and pushed me over the precipice when he was good and ready. He promised me he would take care of me, and he did. I’m ready to believe him when he says he always will.
I look up at him. “No, sir. It was perfect.”
Chapter Eleven
“Do you like liver?”
I glance over my shoulder as Ewan enters the kitchen. He’s been in Manchester all day, and I know he won’t have had any opportunity to think about cooking, let alone shopping. Our normal arrangement is that he deals with our evening meal, and I usually wash up afterwards. Eventually—we do tend to find ourselves distracted. I’ve discovered that dirty dishes take no harm though for being left until the following morning, whereas Ewan in dom mode is far more compelling.
No contest.
He doesn’t look especially excited by my culinary plans for this particular evening. His handsome face twists in grimace of distaste.
“Does anyone?” He peers with suspicion at the package on my chopping board. The sealed bag contains a couple of generous slices of the finest pig’s liver the butcher in the village could produce. It’s one of my favourites; the butcher often saves it for me. I guess now it’s headed for the freezer. Ewan prods at it with his finger, perhaps wanting to assure himself the beast is truly dead. “Can’t stand the stuff. It reminds me of school dinners,when I was a boy in Aberdeen.”
I rescue my pig’s liver and stuff the bag unopened into the freezer. Ewan’s scowl suggests he’s still not convinced he made his point. I try for a change of subject, whilst considering my other options for our evening meal.
“I didn’t realise you grew up in Scotland. You don’t have an accent.” Chicken perhaps? Rainbow trout?
“My parents moved there when I was seven. My dad worked on the oil rigs. They separated when I was about thirteen so we moved back down to England. York.”
“I see. Does your mother still live in York then?”
“She does, with my younger sister.”
“You have a mother, and a sister?” Somehow I’ve never considered Ewan in a wider family setting. He’s always seemed so self-contained.
He grins. “Did you think I was beamed in from some alien planet? For your information, little sub, my mother runs a tea shop close to the minster. And my sister has just finished a degree in forensic science at Durham.”
“What’s she called?”
“My mum’s called Jane and my sister’s called Rachel. Are you going to stare into that freezer all evening or can I have your full attention, please?”
I realise I’ve been hovering in the open door, seeking inspiration before I became side-tracked into interrogating Ewan about his nearest and dearest. I close the freezer with a decisive clunk before I turn to face him.
“That’s better. How come you’re so determined to cook tonight?”
“I thought you might be tired, after you’ve been driving, working all day…”
His smile is warm. “That’s nice of you. Considerate. But not necessary. I’m able to scrape together sufficient energy to rustle us up a stir-fry or something of the sort. Would that suit you?”
I nod. “I have some chicken we could use…”
“Excellent. That won’t bring me out in rash. Pity in away. Poisoning your dom is definitely a serious spanking offence.”
I clench my buttocks, caught between gratitude and disappointment. Gratitude wins out—to be on the receiving end of a punishment spanking is not especially high on my list of favourite pastimes.
Ewan strolls to the freezer and pulls the door open. He retrieves the liver. “It’s been a while since I reminded you of our arrangement. Perhaps I need a decent excuse to take my belt to your gorgeous bottom. What do you think, Faith?”
My buttocks tighten again. “A spanking would be nice. I’m not sure about the belt. Maybe I could save the liver, cook it just for myself when you’re away next…”
