“Poor baby.”
Sloane steps into the room, her expression a mask of sympathy. But beneath it lurks something that almost looks like excitement, and bitterness rises in my throat. “Happy now? I got myself spanked and you didn’t even have to lie about anything.”
“No, I suppose I didn’t. Come here, let me take a look at that poor bottom. Make sure Daddy didn’t do too much damage.”
For a moment, all I can do is stare at her. It has to be some kind of trick, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out what her angle is. “It’s okay. He didn’t spank me that hard.”
Well, actually, he spanked mereallyhard. Way harder than I remember him spanking before. But he only got a few swats in before he stopped himself, and the sting is already fading.
“Nonsense.” Completely ignoring me, Sloane crosses over to a tall dresser and opens the top drawer to pull out a small tube of cream. “We don’t want our babygirl to have bruises on her pretty bottom, do we?”
Our babygirl?
Pretty?
What the hell is going on?
My Little retreats and suddenly I’m just a woman, face to face with the wife of the only man I’ve ever truly loved. “What’s your deal, Sloane?”
Perched on the edge of the bed, Sloane raises a brow. “My deal?”
“Yeah. I know you hate me, so why are you pretending to be nice? I’d rather you just call me a homewrecking bitch and kick me out than…” I pause to wave my hands between us. “Whatever the fuck this is.”
“I don’t hate you.”
Shock and disbelief root me to the spot. “You don’t?”
“Of course not. Now come here, so I can rub some arnica on your bottom.”
“Arnica is for bruises. Ethan didn’t spank methathard.”
“Mia, you can either come over here and let me rub this arnica on your bottom whether you think you need it or not, or I can go hunt down Ethan’s paddle collection and ensure youdoneed it before I apply it.”
I’m still not sure exactly what her angle is, but one look in her gorgeous brown eyes tells me she’s serious about her threat. Unwilling to test justhowserious she might be, I drag myself forward, draping my body across her lush, thick thighs.
“Good girl,” she purrs as she pulls Ethan’s shirt up over my bottom and tugs my panties to my knees. “Oh your poor bottom is so pink! It must be so very sore.”
It isn’t, not really, but I decide to play along anyway. Maybe it will give me some idea of where she’s going with all this. “It is,” I say with a deliberately exaggerated sniffle.
Even though I’m not that sore, it still feels good to have the cool lotion rubbed into my skin. “You really do have a perfectly spankable ass,” Sloane says conversationally, as if she’s commenting on the weather rather than a very intimate part of my anatomy. “I can see why Ethan’s still hung up on you.”
Embarrassment and guilt tangle inside me, heating my skin. “He’s not still hung up on me.”
“Of course he is.” With the lotion applied, Sloane runs her hand over my bottom, soft, stroking little touches that have my skin heating for a whole new reason. “When you called, he camerunning. Men don’t do that for women they don’t still have feelings for.”
“That’s not…” Her touch is distracting, and I have to fight through a haze of unexpected arousal to find my words. “He’s just a good guy.”
“Oh, he certainly is.” Slender fingers drift down between my thighs to where I am shamefully soaking wet. Brushing against my dripping, bare lips, Sloane chuckles. “But he’s also a Daddy to his core. And you are such a sweet little babygirl, aren’t you, Mia?”
“So are you,” I manage to croak out, forcing myself not to lift my hips toward those questing fingers.
“Ah, see, that’s where you’re wrong.” A hint of sadness infuses her tone. “I’m not a babygirl. I thought I could be. I’ve always been very… intrigued by the idea of Daddies and Littles. But as Ethan and I discovered, it’s not for me.”
My heart twists painfully. Poor Sloane. “I’m sorry.”
“Mmm. I was too, for a really long time. But these things have a way of working themselves out.”
Pulling her fingers away from my dripping cunt, Sloane pats my bare bottom. “All right, little one. Your bottom should be all good now. I need to get to work. No more climbing on things or I’ll make sure your Daddy does more than just swat your bottom a couple of times. Understood?”
