“Yes, and I’ve fooled around. But I stopped when I realized I might be sending mixed messages. Then with the election, and my career—I haven’t done much dating in the past few years. So it hasn’t been an issue.”
Except for storing up so many kinky fantasies that he blackmailed the first woman he could into carrying them out. Not that I was complaining. After my initial shock, I was actually enjoying it.
Too bad kinky degradation was all I was going to get.
“Well, whoever the lucky lady is, she’s in for a treat!” I said with mock cheeriness.
“Regina—”
I cut him off. “You know, I am really tired. And we have to wake up in five hours. Time for bed, Virgin-Boy.”
I flipped to my side, turned off the bedside light, and squeezed the pillow with all my might.
He said he was willing to fool around. Some perverse part of me wanted to see how far I could get him to go.
Deep down, I knew this was a game to him. A way to sow his wild oats. When it came to oat sowing, Cole Townsend was overdue. But the Cole Townsends of the world did not belong with a girl like me. I could play this game, and have some fun.
But it would never be real.
6
Five am comes really early in the morning. After burrowing under the pillows for an extra twenty minutes, Cole had to drag me out of bed. He had already shaved and showered, smelling fresh, clean and manly.
He made me make him breakfast.
“You’re chipper,” I muttered, watching him eat.
“I’ve been up a while. I went for a run.”
“You were running? Why? Was a big dog chasing you?”
He didn’t laugh. “I take it you don’t exercise.”
“I didn’t get these curves from just sitting on my ass. Oh, wait, yes I did.”
“Won’t be doing much of that anymore.” He rose to leave. “Do you have your schedule?”
“Yes. I’m oiling all the floggers today, and polishing the torture rack.”
“I don’t have either of those…yet. I’ll be gone till late afternoon today, so behave. Or else.”
A little thrill went through me. “Or else what?” I shouted after him.
“Or else I’ll add a morning run to your schedule.” He crooked a finger at me and I followed him to the bedroom, complaining all the way.
“Cole, I can’t go running. They don’t make sports bras in my size. My boobs will bounce up and hit me in the face. Probably knock me out, or give me a black eye or something.”
Cole stopped at the foot of the bed. He snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him.
I went, kvetching all the way. As soon as I got close, he reached out and pulled me across his lap. Three hard slaps on my rear penetrated through my pajamas.
“That’s for getting yourself off yesterday. From now on, I’m the one that gives you orgasms.”
I waited until he turned his back to stick my tongue out at him. He returned with the maid costume.
“No, not that again?—”
“Regina.”
