“You’re not in charge tonight, little Omega,” I whisper against her face, and she shivers. “Out. On my bed,” I demand.
Her scent is driving me near feral as she searches my eyes before turning and opening my door. Her body shamelessly glides against mine as she gets out of the car, and I follow her.
She opens the door and walks through the mudroom into the kitchen.
“I forget, where’s the bedroom?” she says quietly, and I know she’s fucking with me, but I don’t care.
“Upstairs,” I tell her, and she turns to the left and heads up the stairs.
I watch her ass swish in her tight little dress the whole way, wondering how someone so small can be such a fucking handful. A handful I undoubtedly want to be mine.
I wonder if Sloane indeed likes consequences or if no one has ever given her any.
“Third door on the left,” I whisper, and she jumps ever so slightly before going to my bedroom door and grabbing the handle and entering my room.
She looks around, taking in the minimalist decor, before turning to face me.
“Sit on the bed,” I tell her, and she does so agreeably.
I get down on one knee and unzip her boot, taking it off along with her sock, before moving on to the other.
“This doesn’t seem like a consequence,” she says.
I look up at her, arching a brow.
“Do you want me to edge you for hours on end, or should I spank that sweet ass for not following directions?” I ask plainly, rubbing her exposed calf.
Her eyes widen as she blinks down at me.
“Which… which one would you like?” she asks.
I grab her heel, massaging her foot as she rests her weight on my bed. I think about my hard aching cock, and I don’t think I’m patient enough to edge her, not that I’d say it out loud. My hand wraps around her ankle, tugging her so slightly.
“We don’t have to do either if you’re uncomfortable,” I tell her honestly.
This could be too much too fast.
Fuck, I went from wanting to take things slow to wanting to spank her ass. How did we even get here?
“I’d like to try,” she says shyly.
“Which one,liefje?”
She bites her lip and doesn’t even ask about my slip of Dutch.
“Spanking. I think. I mean, you wouldn’t do it too hard?”
“I’d never hurt you, Sloane. Never.”
“You’d get enjoyment out of it?” she questions.
I kiss her calf as I stand to my full height, and her head tilts to continue making eye contact. I bend over, my palms pressed against the mattress as I lean over her.
“Marking you up is going to be my new favorite thing,” I tell her, and her lips part in a gasp as her sweet sticky scent fills my bedroom.
I may never wash these sheets.
Fuck, I may have to bring one of my pillows or blankets with me for the next away game if they smell like her. My cock twitches in my pants as Sloan’s delicate hands drag down my chest.
