“I thought that I was the one being tested,” I said, unable to stop the teasing tone. “Did the rules change, Sir?”
The line went quiet for a moment, and I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my room.
Oh no.
A knock sounded at my door that was firm and deliberate.
“Open the door, Cami.” His voice came through both the phone and the wood between us.
The call ended. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
I quickly texted Shelly
Me:
I think I may have pushed Lex too far a few minutes ago.
Then I moved toward the door on shaking legs. I pulled on my robe and tied it around my waist.
Shelly:
Good luck with that. Valuable lesson incoming. I’ll say nice things at your funeral.
I groaned, nervous about what was about to happen. Another knock, more insistent this time. A text appeared on my screen.
Lex:
No need to hide now, little one. Open the door. You’ll only make your punishment worse the longer I have to stand out here.
Punishment.The word sent a thrill through me that I couldn’t quite name. I opened the door.
Lex didn’t say anything at first. He just stepped inside, closing the door behind him with his foot, moving forward until I had to back up. My robe had come loose, revealing more than I’d intended. When I moved to fix it, his eyes stopped me. They were dark and intense and daring me to try. I didn’t.
“Where’d all that bravado go?” he asked quietly, his hand coming up to rest on my hip, his touch burning through the thin silk.
I couldn’t find words. His proximity, his presence, the way he was looking at me was overwhelming.
“Yes, Sir?” I managed.
“Now you’re all ‘yes, Sir,’ ‘no, Sir’. That wasn’t what you were saying on the phone, is it now, little one?”
“What happened to ‘beautiful’?” The words escaped before I could stop them. “I liked that endearment better.”
Something flickered in his eyes—amusement, maybe, or appreciation for my continued audacity.
“Come here.” He took my hand and led me to the small couch near the window.
Relief flooded through me. He was letting it go. But then he reached for the tie of my robe, slowly pulling it free.
“Lean over the arm of the couch for me.”
My breath caught. “Why?”
“Yes, Sir, remember?” he asked, holding up the silk tie. “Any aversions to being restrained?”
My body answered before my mind could catch up. I clenched my vaginal muscles, and a rush of heat flooded my pussy. “No, Sir.”
“We’ll use the universal safe word unless you have one you’d prefer.”
