She whimpers in defeat, “Yeah, I like pushing your buttons.”
I press my lips against her ear. “Why?” I click my tongue before running the tip up the shell of her ear. “Wait, I know why. You like this side of me. You like when I’m controlling and mean.”
Her head rubs against my chest as she nods. “Yes.”
“Good.” Gently, I press my lips to her temple and pull my hand from between her legs. “Now bend over the table.”
Her fearful inhale steals the breath from my lungs. “W-what?”
I’ll never hurt her, not unless she wants me to. She’ll understand that soon enough.
Lifting my hand to her cheek, I brush the back of my fingers along her deep blush. “Do you trust me?”
Swallowing hard, she slowly nods. “I shouldn’t.” A pause. “But I do.”
Running both of my hands down the back of her arms, I drift them across her body, finding the small of her back and encouraging her forward. “Then be my good Little Cupid and bend over the table.”
Extending her arms out, she takes a step forward and bends at the waist, leaning over the table and placing her palms on the top. “Should I … have a safe word?”
Stepping back, I watch the skirt of her dress lift higher on her ass, nearly exposing the bottoms of her cheeks from how she’s stretched forward. My dick twitches in my joggers, throbbing against my boxers. Fucking hell, she is perfection.
Especially the innocent way she turns her head and glances back at me, those baby-blue eyes stroking up my body.
“Do you want one?” I ask before elaborating. “You don’t need a single word other thanstop. The moment you say it, I halt. It’s that simple.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, a fire igniting in her stare. “I think I want one. For the fun of it.”
“Name it.”
“Freddie Krueger.”
“Why?” He laughs.
“That’s who I named Freddie after. I love the move.” I shrug, smiling.
“Alright. Freddie Krueger it is.”
I circle my finger in the air, silently telling her to turn back around, and remarkably, she does without protest.
My eyes drift down her body, devouring every inch, as I stride forward and trail my fingertips down the same path. “I was in a meeting earlier when you decided to be such a tease over text.”
“Oops.” Her sassy tone returns.
My hand strikes out, my palm colliding with her cheek. The slap sounds over the music.
She yelps, taken by surprise. I know it doesn’t ache too badly; it was hard enough to sting, but not to truly hurt.
“Watch it.” My voice is deep, full of warning.
I roll my shoulders back, the urge to fully lose control threatening to take over. Stepping to the side, I palm her ass and massage it roughly.
She retracts slightly away from me and onto the table. “What are you going to do?”
I don’t give her an answer. Instead, I smack her ass again, harder this time. She inhales sharply, and I study her body for a moment, waiting to see how she reacts.
The small of her back dips, and her hips rise. She likes being spanked—noted. I could spend hours doing this, but we don’t have that much time, not with her friend still locked in the bathroom.
Sliding my foot between her heels, I kick her right ankle out, forcing her legs apart again. “Remember what I said in the closet the first time we were together?”
