“They have a spa here.” Shit. Implicit consent again.
“It’ll be closed.”
That, I very much doubt. “No, it won’t.”
He puts a finger on his page to mark his place, then looks at me. “It’s too late,” he says frankly. “You had your chance. Now we do it this way.”
“No, we don’t.” I stand up.
“Vicky.” He doesn’t raise his voice, but he still snaps out my name. “If I have to warn you again, I will take my belt to your ass. And then I will fuck it.”
Slowly, I sit down. My legs are shaking anyway. I swallow.
We’ve never had anal sex.I’venever had anal sex. It’s not on my bucket list. Especially with Alex, given his… size.
Great. Now I’m thinking about it.
“You’re a sadist. Do you know that?”
“Mmm,” he says, his attention returning to his page. “And I suspect you’re a masochist. So get on with it, Tink. The evening isn’t getting any younger.”
He ignores me as I glare at him.
That’s not true, is it? I’m not like that, I amnota masochist.
Yes, my mind keeps returning to him spanking me. But not because Ienjoyedit. Because it was wrong.
Let’s gloss over how aroused you were then.
Damn it.
I let out a shaky breath and examine the tweezers I’m holding. They’re a basic metal pair, functional. Does he really expect me to sit here and use them? Infrontof him?
That’s not a punishment. It’s…weird.
“Tic-toc,” he mutters. “Let’s make it interesting, shall we?” He checks his watch. “Seven-ten. By nine, all the hair from your neck down better be gone. Or the punishment increases.”
Bastard.
The neck-down comment is redundant. I know where he wants me to focus, and the rest of me is smooth anyway. I wax, I just don’t waxthere.
Biting my lip, I take the first hair in the steel grip of the tweezers, and pluck.
It comes away easily, and I barely feel it. It’s not that I’m a masochist with a high pain tolerance, it’s that it doesn’t hurt. I thought it would—at least more than it did. So maybe I can do this.
But there’re alotof hairs.
“Why don’t we make this fair,” I say, as I pluck the next. “How about you get another pair of tweezers and join me in this sadistic exercise?”
“How about you focus on what you need to be doing,” he murmurs, and turns his page.
Utter. Bastard.
In the interests of efficiency, I grip a dozen hairsfor my next pull.
Ow.
That smarted.
