ChapterForty-One
Mason
Mason shouldn’t have worried when Audrey said she wanted to talk.In fact, while she was taking a shower and washing off the day, he was very happily setting up for what she wanted.
She wanted what she’d missed out on during her first ‘let’s try things’ scene—namely, the vampire glove.
But also, she’d started reading an age play book called Daddy Devious by Sadie Minx, which she said was ‘dark romance’ (sounded like kidnapping to him, but he understood the capture fantasy aspect of that), and while she wasn’t interested in the age play, she had been intrigued by the disciplinary spankings.She wanted to know the difference between that and the spanking he’d given her.
He was happy to demonstrate, of course.
Add some anal beads to the mix, for his own pleasure, and it should be a fun night.Though maybe a little less for her since it was supposed to be a disciplinary spanking.
He even had a good reason.On the way to his place, she’d admitted that she’d been upset at him for not telling her that he was going to tell Yasmine about them, right up until she’d realized that hehadtried to contact her.So, he was going to spank her for not putting him on the list of exceptions to her Do Not Disturb.
It wasn’t a huge offense, of course, but she wanted a disciplinary spanking, and as far as he was concerned, that meant having a reason to discipline her.Without that, it was just another fun-ishment, no matter how hard he spanked her.The feeling of guilt being absolved was a big part of what made a disciplinary spanking different from a regular spanking, as far as he was concerned.
Maybe someone else would disagree with him, which was fine.They could do things their way.Audrey was his, and that’s how he was doing things with her.
While he was waiting, his phone buzzed, and he quickly checked the messages.The tension that had been sitting in his chest for several days eased.Lincoln was confirming that the FBI had found nothing in the ‘evidence’ they’d gathered.
“What’s up?”Audrey asked, walking into the living room.
Mason looked up from his phone and felt his heart do a little jump in his chest at the same time his dick came back to life.She was wearing nothing but his bathrobe, a navy-blue terry-cloth robe that emphasized her curves where she’d tied the belt.It was long enough to cover her down to mid-calf.Something about knowing she was naked under that one easily removed item of clothing—hisclothing—made the fact that she was completely covered somehow even more tantalizing.
He held up his phone.
“Lincoln says we’re all clear at the office.The FBI officially has nothing on us.”
“Oh, thank goodness.”She let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing.“I know David will be glad to hear that.He’s been trying to hide it, but I can tell he’s been internally freaking out.”
So could Mason, and she was right on the money.
It was a massive relief and one that was going to allow him to enjoy tonight even more than he was already going to.
Opening his arms to her, he smiled as she came right to him, her eyes alight with anticipation, nothing but trust in her expression.Mason cradled her face between his hands, sliding the tips of his fingers into her damp hair, and tilted her head back so he could press a soft kiss to her lips.
He lifted away from the kiss and looked her directly in her gorgeous green eyes.
“You’ve been a very naughty cupcake today,” he murmured.
Surprise, followed quickly by arousal and apprehension, sparked in her gaze.
“I have?”Her voice quavered, just a touch.Part of her still didn’t believe him, he could tell, but she was already moving toward the mindset of a naughty submissive who needed to be punished, so she could be forgiven.
“You didn’t pick up when I called.”
“I didn’t know you were calling!”Understanding sparked in her eyes.“Oh.”
Mason nodded solemnly, still holding her in place with gentle hands around her jawline.He swept his thumb over her lower lip.
“You’re going to add me to the exceptions list for when your phone is on Do Not Disturb as soon as we’re done here.”
“Okay,” she said breathlessly.
“And you’ve just earned ten more swats for not calling me ‘Sir.’”
“Sorry, Sir!”The words squeaked out, without a hint of amusement or laughter.Which, to Mason’s perspective, meant she was in the right frame of mind to receive a little discipline.
