Rolling my eyes, I say— “Since about an hour ago, apparently.” My tone is sassy and I just know he’ll have shit to say about it.
“Oh! Oh okay.” Aaron is grinning at me, continuing to bend his right leg, his thigh pushing right into my crotch and lifting me slightly.
“Aaron—what’re you doin'?” I ask him, eyes once again zeroing in on him.
“Nothing, actually. You make all the decisions now. So, I won’t be doinganythingof my own volition. It’s all you, baby. I’ll follow your lead.” Once his words register, I spring up—straddling his hips and staring down at his stupid grinning face.
“Woah! Wait, wait, wait. I never said it’d be a continuous thing.” He shrugs—running a fingertip over my exposed knee.
“You saidallthe rules. I think all means every single one.” I can feel the regret already. It’s filling me up and making me antsy. I should have known he’d be a dick about it. Not the making plans—but me sassing him. We’ve really adapted to our relationship style and I’m most definitely being punished right now and not in a fun way.Fuck—I should have just said I don’t make the damn decisions.
“But… I don’t want that.” I confess—giving him my most honest and open expression.
“But you so easily committed to taking it from me.” He says, distracted, not even bothering to look at me anymore with his eyes turned to the muted TV playing some random drama. “If that’s the case—keep it. Let me know when dinner is.”
I’m staring at him like he’s crazy. Me? In charge? Of anything?! Aaron snaps his fingers and I come. He points and I sit. I don’twantto decide a bunch of things and boss him around. I’ve been conditioned to expect a very spoiled type of lifestyle. If I wanted a different kind of relationship, I wouldn’t fuck a guy who makes me come by fucking spanking me.
“Aaron?” I sound small and sad—defeated even. He doesn’t look my way.
“Hm?”
“I’m sorry.” Finally, Aaron turns and looks up at me, hands tucked behind his head.
“Forwhat?”
“For talking back to you and pretending to be in charge.” God, I feel stupid as all hell. But I’m pretty sure he gets off on this shit, and I get off on him bossing me around. It’s a win-win in the end.
“Hmm.” He’s looking me over—searching my face and my body language as I fidget and stare down at him. Eventually, he decides I’m being sincere. “Okay—come here.”
Grabbing the collar of my shirt he pulls me down and right when I think he’ll kiss me—his hand cups the back of my head—tucking my face in the space between his shoulder and his neck. I register what’s about to happen right as it does.
His hand comes down on my ass hard—a loudsmacksounding through the living room. It’s not hard enough to be one of those reality-shifting spankings—but it’s a punishment not a reward.
“Ahhhhhh!” It’s somewhere between a scream and a moan—my hands gripping at the couch around me. Tears gather in my eyes. “I’m sorry.” I say again, mostly just in reflex and Aaron takes that as me requesting another. The second smack hurts a bit more and this time he doesn’t rub the sting away. “Aaron…” I groan.
“I forgive you now, kitten.” He rubs my back as I let my tears soak into his skin. “You don’t have to be in charge anymore—I’ve got it.”
And like the stupid, weak human I am—I relax against him. So safe here—so taken care of. Is it the daddy issues? Who knows.
“Thank you.” I tell him and he kisses the side of my face.
“You’re hard, Button.” My eyes fly open, though I can only see the skin of his neck. Oh fuck—I am. The spanking! Gets me every time.
“Yeah.” What else can I say?
“You really do love being submissive to me, huh?” I just nod—too embarrassed to speak. “Hmm. Go get naked and lay down.” My dick twitches underneath my shorts and I sit up, staring down at him for a moment. “You’re so pretty when you cry.” Aaron adds, staring right back.
I’m jumping up, walkingtoward the bedroom. And because he’s right—I’m a glutton for punishment—I look over my shoulder with a little grin and say:
“Oh—dinner is at 6 by the way.” Aaron’s eyes narrow as a sadistic grin spreads across his face.
“You’re fucked.” I’m screaming as he chases me to the bedroom.
???
The restaurant Kayla orders from is one of our favorites. The
enchiladas are killer and the queso is even better. We’re spread out around the dining-room table and I’m listening to Kayla tell a story about the classes she wants to take for our last year at UA. Aaron is staring me down.
