She shifted on her feet, uneasy with the way his words turned her on.
“Go put on the t-shirt and skirt. I have the heat turned up, so you should be fine.”
She made a face but picked up her bag. “Where should I change?”
“You can use my bedroom, I guess. You’ll be sleeping on the couch.”
She clomped to the bedroom, pulling off her jeans and sweater and donning the requested outfit.
“So, let’s go over the rules,” he said when she returned. “You will call me ‘Master’ at all times. If you fail to address me properly, you will be spanked. You will speak respectfully to me at all times, or you will be spanked. And mostimportantly, I expect instant obedience to my every request.”
She gaped at him, her hands balled into fists. He must be crazy. “Go to hell!” she spat.
The look of delight on his face frightened her almost as much as the speed with which he grabbed her and tossed her over his lap on the sofa and flipped up her skirt.
“You enjoy this!” she shrieked in outrage.
He chuckled as he pulled her panties down. “Yes, I do.” He started to spank her. He did not slap nearly so hard as he had back at her apartment, but her bottom still stung from his use of her wand. She reached back, trying to cover his target. He caught her wrist and bent it deftly behind her back. “I love to spank, and you happen to have the cutest ass I have ever seen.”
She should not be turned on. Pain had always been something she avoided at all costs. But even though she did not want to be spanked, her traitorous body had turned molten, a trickle of arousal leaking out between her legs as a hot pulse made her thighs open.
Cade stopped, stroking his hand over her twitching cheeks. “I can smell your arousal, Faye,” he murmured. “What turned you on, the spanking or hearing I love your sweet ass?”
Her pussy clenched and she hid her face in the sofa cushion. This could not be happening.
He gave her a hard slap, eliciting a squeak. “I asked you a question!”
CADE
His sweet little fairy hid her face from him. “I don’t know!”
He lifted her to stand, positioning her between his knees. He tugged the panties around her thighs down to her ankles. “Step out, little fairy. You won’t be wearing these while you’re under house arrest.”
Her face, already flushed, turned a deeper shade of pink. “You can’t—I don’t—” Her eyes filled with tears and he whiffed the metallic smell of fear. Instantly regretting upsetting her, he pulled her to sit on his knee.
“Shh, shh. You’re okay.” He wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head on his shoulder. “You’re safe enough, little fairy. You don’t have to be afraid. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t take what you didn’t offer. And I will only punish you if you break my rules.”
She snuffled against his neck, the salty smell of tears mixing with the fading musk of her arousal.
“Are you still mad at me?” she sniffed.
His heart twisted. She cared?
“Nah… not really. It truly was an accident?”
“I swear on Pan’s flute.”
He stroked a circle around her back. “So just call in some of Pan’s magick and get my feet back, okay?”
“I will.” She lifted her head. “I promise, I’ll figure it out.”
He nudged her back to stand. She reached for the panties at her ankles. “Uh-uh. What did I say? No panties. I want your gorgeous ass bare and available so I can correct you on the fly.”
She erected herself, holding her pink flouncy skirt down in the front as if afraid he would peek at her pussy. It naturally made him all the more curious, and he teased her, picking up the edge and bending his head way down to peer up. “What are you hiding? I am quite certain your pussy is as gorgeous as your ass.”
“It’s not groomed!” she blurted, looking embarrassed.
He laughed. “You’re not into trimming, eh?”
