Page 36 of Masked

Chapter 9

Noah

Noahstaredathimselfin the bathroom mirror as he contemplated what to do next. His heart and his gut were twisted in knots of conflicting emotions. Reva represented everything he could have ever asked for in a woman and submissive. Eager to please, sexy as fuck, and still she challenged him with her intelligence and wit. And he hated that she called to him the way she did. And not just because she was Parker’s ex. That was bad enough. It also meant someone else to worry about. Someone else for him to lose. Someone else who could die on his watch. Something he never wanted to experience again.

But she was out there waiting for him, eager to please, and he couldn’t walk away from that. Doms were allowed to use safewords also, but he didn’t want to. Not when she had offered him everything for a night. He’d told her thirty days, but he would give her this experience tonight, and they would talk about what a bad idea it was to continue. Because it was a terrible idea.

Grabbing the soaked tie from earlier, he looked around the bathroom for anything else he could incorporate into their scene, since he had to improvise tonight. His gaze landed on her hairbrush. It was the perfect shape and size for a good spanking even though it was plastic and not wooden like he preferred. He picked it up and headed back into the bedroom, where she sat exactly as he’d instructed.

“Good girl,” he murmured as he came up behind her and tossed the tie and the brush on the bed. She jumped at the sound of his voice, and he chuckled. “Easy, little siren. It’s just me. You look so perfect this way,” he said as he ran his hands over the tops of her arms.

“But now you’re going to stand up and take your first punishment.”

Her body tensed at that word. Interesting.

“Why are you punishing me?” she whispered.

He chuckled and pulled on her arm, urging her to stand. “Because you got into the car of a person you don’t know that well and practically begged him to fuck you. That’s very naughty, Reva. And naughty sluts get punished before they get fucked.”

Her breath caught, but she relaxed beneath his hold and climbed to her feet.

The lingering knots in his stomach eased as she turned to face him, and he pulled her close, unable to resist the temptation of her perfect little mouth. Their lips crashed together, and she snaked her arms around him. His hands roamed her silky skin from the tops of her shoulders down to the curve of her ass as he teased her with his tongue. She moaned as she opened to him, and his dick pulsed at the sound. God, perfection didn’t even begin to describe her. The way she tasted, the way she melted in his hands, the way she surrendered so easily. It was a dangerous combination, and if they didn’t walk away after tonight, he might find himself trapped by her siren call.

Who was he kidding? He was already trapped. And Reva had no idea. He broke the kiss and stepped back to look at her, keeping a hand on her soft hip.

He backed up to the end of the bed and sat, patting his towel covered lap.

“Over my knee, dirty girl.”

She bent over without hesitation, and he caressed her from the small of her back to her upper thigh, loving the way she squirmed.

“Let’s see what you think of a spanking. I’m using your hairbrush, but I’ll start with my hand.”

He adjusted her so her bottom was high, and she wrapped one hand around his leg. The first slap wasn’t too hard, just a mild tap to get her used to the sensation. After a few swats, he picked up the intensity and smacked her hard enough to leave a temporary handprint, though it faded within seconds. At some point, he would leave longer lasting marks on her delicate skin. Seeing marks the next day turned him on almost as much as leaving them. There he went, thinking beyond tonight again.

“How are you?” he asked after another stinging slap.

“Green, Sir,” she said without hesitation.

He rubbed circles over the slightly pinkened skin and hummed as he dipped his fingers between her legs.

“Tell me, Reva, were you wet when you climbed into my car tonight?”

A whimper left her as he stroked her clit.

When she didn’t answer, he brought his hand down against her warm flesh with more force than he’d been using me. “Answer me, naughty girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” she cried as he rubbed away the sting.

“And what about when you saw me in the club? Were you wet then?” Another harsh swat.

“Agh! Yes, Sir. As soon as I saw you, I got turned on.”

“You sure it wasn’t while Gage was giving you a tour?”

She sniffed as he peppered her backside with more swats. “Maybe a little, Sir. But you really got me going.”

He chuckled. “Good answer. Let’s see what you think of the brush.”

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