Smack!
I didn’t see it coming. I quickly stand up and whip around to face him as fire shoots through me, and not just where he spanked. Still, I can’t help but protest. “Hey!”
“You think you’re going to strip tease me?” he asks. His eyes blaze.
“I’m not strip teasing. I’m tired and I want to go to bed,” I say, bordering on a pout.
So much for his phone call, or whatever else he was doing. I’ve got his full and undivided attention.
My pulse races.
“We start now, Savannah,” he says, spinning me around. I can still feel the stinging pulse of his palm across my ass.
I swallow.
“Start what?” I ask, not sure I want to hear the answer.
“We start practicing how you’ll be submissive to me.”
“Your... slave?” I ask.
Strong fingers grab my jaw as he stares into my eyes. “A real slave meets her master’s needs without question. She lives to serve.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and meet his eyes. I nod. “Yes?”
“Have you ever done anything like this before?”
I feel my eyes widen as I shake my head from side to side. My voice comes out in a tremulous whisper. “Do I look like someone who’s ever done this before?”
“That’s like asking if you look like someone who would lie or steal,” he replies, still gripping my jaw. My skin tingles where he touches me. I tell myself to look away. I tell myself we’re not playing games here. I’m only here for protection and I owe him nothing.
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t tell by looking at someone what they’d do or what they wouldn’t.”
Can he tell by looking in my eyes that I’m not a virgin?
Can he tell by looking in my eyes that the only sex I’ve ever had was super shitty and was all about my selfish bastard of a boyfriend getting his? That I’ve never… actually… climaxed?
Does he know I devour romance books to ease my awkwardness and uncertainty around sex, because I don’t want to come across as an inexperienced virgin?
Can he tell what I want him to do to me?
I lick my lips and swallow again.
“You’re tired,” he says. I’m not sure why his tone sends a shiver down my spine.
I nod wordlessly.
“You need sleep.”
I nod again.
“So do you,” I whisper.
“From now on, you let me worry about what you need, and I will give you what you do.”
“That… I don’t know…” I find myself at a loss for words. I shake my head.
