Is that supposed to be a threat?The man knows I like to be struck by just about anything.He’s seen me submit.I can’t be sure what his motivations are tonight, but I won’t turn him down.I need the release.“Yes, Sir.”
Mr.Kennedy directs me toward the back stairs that lead up from the kitchen.If I disappear quickly, maybe Maddie will think I simply went home.I certainly don’t want to explain my actions to her.I doubt her father does either.
I hurry as gracefully as possible to the stairwell.The moment I’m out of sight, I bend down and take off my heels so they won’t clink loudly with each step.
Before I manage to lift my foot, I hear Maddie’s voice on the other side of the wall.“Did Kelsey leave?”
“Yes.I got her a ride-share.She said she’ll meet you at the salon at nine.”
I smirk as I silently climb the steps.It’s impressive that Mr.Kennedy knows when we’re getting our hair done.His answer was spot on.I hear Myles’s voice next, and then I’m too far away.
I’ve never been on this floor, but it’s not difficult to head for the double doors at the end of the hallway, and before I know it, I’m standing in an enormous master suite.It’s done in dark, rich colors.The king-sized bed is mahogany, four-poster, and high off the floor.
It will take a few minutes for Mr.Kennedy to see his daughter and her fiancé out, but I don’t want to risk his wrath.I quickly slink out of the dress, drape it over the maroon leather armchair, slip my heels back on, and assume the position he requested.
Time ticks by, causing me to go into my head.I can’t believe I’m doing this.Mr.Kennedy is Maddie’s father.He’s nearly twice my age.He can hardly be a hypocrite, considering Maddie is about to marry his best friend, who is the same age as him.ButI’venever done anything like this.
The four guys I’ve been with were my age and more like boys than men.My experiences were uninspiring.And I’ve never dated anyone who knew a thing about Dominance and submission.
I’m overthinking.I’m not dating Mr.Kennedy.He hasn’t offered sex either.He’s going to give me the release I need through impact play.I shouldn’t worry that I’m naked.It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.This is probably no big deal to him.He’s a Dom.It’s what he does.He recognizes my need and has offered to fulfill it.
No.Heorderedme toobeyhim.There were no questions.But again, he can sense what I need.He’s probably been a Dom for longer than I’ve been alive.
The wait is killing me, but I don’t dare move.
Chapter6
Kelsey
“Good girl.”His rich tone makes goosebumps rise on my skin as he enters the room.I can’t see him, but his presence fills the huge space.
My heart is racing as I imagine what he’s doing… Removing his tie?Unbuttoning the top few buttons on his shirt?
Suddenly, he’s right behind me, his hands on my hips.“Your submission is sublime, Kelsey.”His fingers grip me, grounding me.“Tell me what you need, baby.”
My breath hitches at the endearment.He’s never called me anything but my name.I assume it goes with the scene.I shouldn’t read anything into it.Assumptions will only end in disaster for my emotional health.
He speaks again before I can form words.“I’ve only watched you scene once.Do you like to be warmed up with a palm?”
I swallow.“I’ve only been spanked once,” I admit.I may be floating, but I know the importance of honesty when negotiating.“The first night I scened at Edge.That was two months ago.”
His palms move down to the upper swell of my ass.“You don’t like being spanked?”
“That’s not it.”Fuck.How do I explain what I need?“I realized I prefer to submit to women, and I don’t like them to use their palms.Being spanked is too intimate.It takes me out of the scene.I crave release in the form of pain.”
“Ah.That makes sense.So you prefer to avoid getting aroused when you submit?”He steps closer, sliding his hands up and down my ass and hips.
“Yes.”He’s confusing me.The truth is, he’s been the fantasy for every second of my arousal for two months—in and out of the club.Even when someone is using a paddle on me, I have trouble avoiding thoughts of Hendrix.I try to focus on the thud, but sometimes I fail.I certainly never want a random Dom or Domme to thinktheyare the one making me horny.It’s always Hendrix.Maddening.If I were to let someone use their bare hand on my ass, I fear I would end up pretending they were Hendrix and orgasm.
Granted, there’s no need for me to be embarrassed.It’s nobody’s business what’s going through my head when I’m submitting or when I come.But I prefer not to risk leading anyone to believe I get my releases from thoughts ofthem.
This is the most intimate situation I’ve ever been in, and arousal is leaking out of me.It would probably be best if Hendrix didn’t know that, but I doubt I can hide it from him.
He grips my ass firmly.“Do you wantmeto spank you, Kelsey?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out.
“Good girl.”His thumbs trail incredibly close to my butt crack.If he keeps this up, my knees are going to buckle.He obviously knows what he’s doing to me.
