Page 101 of Hushed

She giggled. “It’s kind of funny looking back on it now.”

Gage didn’t find it nearly as amusing but had to admit the picture of Reggie clutching pregnancy tests was a little funny.

“Where was your security in all of this?”

She shook her head. “They followed me to the store and back, but when I answered the door, the guard wasn’t there. You’ll have to talk to Reggie. He stormed out, and I guessed exactly where he would go. It didn’t dawn on me that they weren’t there until you asked about them earlier. My flight didn’t take off for several more hours, so I did the next best thing and I got on the train, thinking I would still get here before opening. Only I made two mistakes. I didn’t get on an express train, so it took a lot longer to get here, and I ran out of my apartment without any of my chargers and my phone didn’t charge right last night. I’m so sorry for worrying you.”

He pulled her close. “It’s OK, little imp. The circumstances warranted it. And I’m glad you’re here.”

“Will you spank me anyway?”

Her voice trembled as she asked, but her expression screamed desire and heat.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “You want me to paint that pretty ass red for worrying me?”

She bit her lip and nodded; her face turning red as she continued to stare at him. “Kind of?”

He chuckled. “Here or in the dungeon?”

“Your choice.”

Fuck sharing her with anyone tonight.

He stood and pulled her up with him.

“Get your pants and panties off,” he ordered as he unfastened his belt.

“No warmup tonight?” she questioned even though she was already reaching for the button on her pants.

“Do naughty girls who worry their Doms deserve warm up spankings?”

His question made her giggle, and he narrowed his eyes at her. “Now you really don’t get a warmup.”

She schooled her expression and continued the task of removing her pants, and panties like he ordered.

He pulled her close and cupped her bare ass in his palms.

“Go stand in front of my desk and think about how hot and sore I’m about to make you. I’ll be right back.”

When she stood in front of the desk, he slipped out of the room and entered the playroom next door, where he knew there was a stash of restraints.

Gathering what he needed, he made his way back into the office. The sight of her standing there in only her top was fucking perfect, and he wanted to experience it as often as possible. Of course, living in different states was going to make that difficult.

Now wasn’t the time to dwell on that, though.

He approached her and set the restraints on the desk, then skimmed his hand over the bare skin on display.

“Such a pretty little pain slut standing there waiting for me to make you cry. Bend over and spread your legs. I’m going to cuff your ankles to my desk.”

He’d grabbed cuffs with longer chains because the desk was wide, and it would have been hard for her to get her ankles all the way to each leg otherwise.

When she was bent with her legs spread, he pushed them wider and attached each cuff, leaving only a little slack so he had a continuous view of her spread pussy and ass.

“God damn, I wish you could see yourself right now.”

“Take a picture.”

The suggestion caught him off guard. He enjoyed photographing the naughty things he did with women, but he hadn’t brought it up since the one photo he took the other day. This was now the second time she’d asked to be photographed. Perhaps it was something they needed to explore together.

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