“No, Kip.”
“Fine. Here comes the next ones.”
Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. They came one after the other. Kip was grunting now when he spanked me, and I was too, but for different reasons. For the first time in way too long I felt… whole. My head was no longer muddled. Thanks to the sharp pain in my ass zipping to my brain, I realized now who was in charge of me, who would be the one to guide me into the world as a whole person, not just Mason or just the Omega.
I would be Kip’s Omega.
“Nine. And Ten.” He let out a sharp exhale. “Pleasetell me that helped, because my hand is throbbing.”
“It did,” I told him. “A lot.”
“Good. Get on the bed, on your stomach. I’m going to step into the bathroom for a moment.”
I was too exhausted to be a brat. “Yes, Kip.” I lay down, my face in his pillow, his scent surrounding me, making me boneless. Just as I was about to drift off, something cold touched my ass.
“What the hell?” I cried out, more in frustration because Kip’s scent was replaced by sharp, cool peppermint.
“It’s some cooling lotion I bought,” he said, the tips of his fingers brushing over my heated skin. He held it out so I could see the bottle.
“Dr. Tush? Really?”
“It had good reviews,” he argued.
And then I realized something. “You went looking?”
He dipped his chin. “Ever since you asked me about being your Dominant, I’ve been trying to get some information. I will always try to give you what you need, but at the same time I want to know my role too, so I don’t mess up.”
I could have cried right then and there, and not just because my poor ass was throbbing.
A Dominant—myDominant—was taking care of me.
I had no clue how we’d gotten here, but going back was no longer an option for me. Kip was stuck with me forever.
Lucky bastard.
Kip
The phrase ‘this is going to hurt me more than it does you’?
It might be true.
With the firstcrackof my hand on Mason’s ass, I was in pain. Except we’re talking mental anguish, mostly. Hearinghis gasps when my hand connected had me wanting to run from the room because I was causing him pain. Yeah, we screwed around when we were younger. Smacking each other, seeing who could stand a snake bite—where you twist the skin on the arm until the other person flinches or cries out. Stupid shit like headbutting each other to see who’d wanna stop first. Yet causing himactualpain?
That scared the shit out of me.
When it was over, I wanted to cry. I hated his expression, becauseI’dcaused that. When he told me it helped, that it made him better, it pulled me out of my funk. Why? Because I had done it for him, not me. If I was to be his Dominant, I had to realize that things I might not like would help him.
And, as much as I hate to admit it, they could help me too.
I was getting used to the idea of being his Dominant, of guiding him, helping him to make good decisions. It wasn’t a role I ever expected to have, especially with Mason, but it was starting to become a role I enjoyed.
“Kip?”
“What’s up, bud?”
“You asked what was on my mind and since you spanked me so good, I suppose I should tell you.”
Thank goodness.“Go on.”
