Victorious(66)

I remove my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor to be dealt with later. “Are you the same virtuous girl I met all those weeks ago who gave me such a run for my money?”

“I’m the new and greatly improved version of her.”

Laying my hand flat against her belly, I lean in to kiss her. “You were perfect then, and you’re perfect now.”

“I’m more perfect now that you’ve helped me to see all that I’m capable of.” She gestures to her sexy outfit. “I never would’ve been able to do this, to be this, before you. You gave me wings so I could fly.”

“You had them all along. I just helped you spread them.”

She raises a brow in a sultry, sexy look that brings me to my knees. “Are we still talking about my wings?”

Smiling, I kiss her again. I love her this way, saucy and fearless and up for anything. “Talk to me about the club.”

“I-it was very… Interesting and exciting.”

Kissing her neck and jaw, I say, “Exciting how?”

“Watching, having others watch us… All of it.”

“I loved having you there, gauging your reactions, knowing you were aroused by what you were seeing.”

“Aroused,” she says with a laugh. “That’s one word for what I was.”

“Did it surprise you? To be so turned on by it?”

“A little. I expected to be more nervous and perhaps a bit intimidated. But I wasn’t either of those things. I was… Transported. I don’t know how else to describe it.”

“That’s a good word, and I know exactly what you mean. There’s something about being there, in a safe, sane environment where such things are encouraged and condoned, that allows you to let go in a totally different way than you can anywhere else.”

“Yes, that’s it exactly.”

“Do you know what it means to me that you get it? That you saw what I see at the club, why it matters so much to me? Why I enjoy it as much as I do?”

“I think I do. I also think I might like to try what Kristian did in our playroom sometime.”

I stare at her, wanting to take in every amazing detail of her face. “I wish there was some way for me to properly convey to you what it feels like, for the first time in my life, to be exactly where I’m supposed to be, with the person I’m meant to be with.”

“That part I get, because I feel the same way.” Her hand, which has been flat upon my chest, begins to slide down, leaving a trail of fire behind.

Though I don’t want to stop her, I place my hand on top of hers. “Are you trying to seduce me so I’ll forget about your punishment?”

The look she gives me is pure sexy innocence. “I would never do that.”

“Yes,” I say, laughing, “you would.” I sit up against a stack of pillows and pat my lap. “Come to me, my love. Assume the position.” I absolutely f*cking love the way her face flushes and her lips part when she realizes my intentions. “Now.”

Moving hesitantly, she crawls to me—which is f*cking sexy as hell—and drapes her body over my lap, presenting that delectable ass to do with whatever I like. And there are so many things I’d like to do… I cup her supple cheeks, squeezing and shaping them. “How many do you think you deserve tonight?”

“None?”

I spank her right cheek, and she gasps from the surprise as much as the impact. “Try again.”

“That counts as one.”

“Are you topping from the bottom again, my love? Do I need to remind you who’s in charge here?” She is. We both know it, but what fun is it if I don’t try to pull rank on her once in a while?

“N-no.”

That little stutter makes me harder than I already am. “So what’s a good number for coming without permission at the club?”

“Five?”

“Nowhere near enough.”

“Seven.”

“Getting closer. I think twelve would do it. A nice even dozen.”

She moans, but the way her back arches in anticipation tells the true story. She loves this as much as I do.

I start off easy, giving her three quick spanks intended to get her attention, in case I didn’t already have it. After the third one, I switch on the vibration in the plug, and she nearly levitates off my lap. Her entire body flushes with heat that nearly sends me over the edge I’ve been clinging to since I first saw her in this sexy getup. I run a finger under one of the garters and then down between her cheeks, where I discover she’s as wet as she was at the club.

Her hands are gripping the down comforter, her head is lowered, and her rapid breathing mesmerizes me. I love knowing I can do this to her, that I can take her to this place of sharp, intense arousal. Making her count off each stroke of my hand against her bottom, I continue with the “punishment” that has us both so hot and bothered I worry that I won’t get through it without embarrassing myself.

She wrecks the control that has been a source of endless pride to me as a Dom. But no other woman has been like this woman.

After the twelfth spank, I stroke and caress her red bottom, making sure the pain becomes pleasure, until she is practically purring in my arms. I grasp the base of the plug and gently begin to withdraw it.