Page 11 of Hiding From Laughter

The pinch he gave my ass had my eyesrolling back in my head and I rocked my hard cock against him without thinkingabout it. “Any…any color you want.”

“I think it’s time to dig out the clampsagain.” His rough tone made it sound like that should be a threat, but we bothknew it was the best kind of pain. “You’re going to be singing out promises tobe good for me before I’m done with you.”

That was music to my ears.

“Promises. Promises.” I tried to shrug andlook unconvinced, but the breathy tone in my voice made it unbelievable.

Oh well.

If I was lucky, that would make him evenmore eager to put me in my place.

“You’re pushing your luck.” His expressionlooked stern and like people shouldn’t walk past him in a dark alley.

But he pinched my ass again.

Best Dom ever.

And I was the best distraction ever.

Chapter 4

Micha

“It could be pink.” Ashton bounced aroundexcitedly as we walked in the front door, wiggling and making sure to lookadorably mischievous. “With sparkles.”

I was pretty sure he’d read that in a booksomewhere, but I didn’t care which one.

“How about I get you clamps that sparkle?”He’d been teasing me on and off all through dinner, grinning as he decided whatkind of pup I could be. He could’ve picked worse ways to distract me, butAshton seemed to have settled on a guard dog that loved pink…and again…I waspretty sure that came out of a book.

He giggled, nearly dancing deeper into thehouse. “Sparkles.”

“Trouble.” The implied threat ormaybe the teasing tone had his giggle sounding decidedly naughty as he nearlyskipped up the stairs, no longer remembering he was being weird and dramatic inthe house so he didn’t have to talk about anything stressful. “I think it’stime to remind you who’s in charge here.”

Oh, he was looking forward to that…a scenehe loved and wasn’t stressful at all…well, not unless we counted how he wasgoing to moan and beg.

“Me.” His cheerful tone said he wasgrinning ear to ear. “I hold the leash, so I’ll be in charge.”

“That’s not how it works.” He’d learn,though. “I’ve got some interesting ways to hold a naughty tease, though.”

A quiet moan floated down the stairs beforehe caught himself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

As far as comebacks went it barely registered,but it meant his brain was already wonderfully distracted.

“That’s okay. I’m in charge.” And Idefinitely knew what I was talking about.

“I think…” He paused as I finally made myway into the bedroom, clearly stuck with what to say, and somehow, stuck in hisshirt as well. “I think I wiggled too much.”

Only Ashton could get trapped in abutton-down shirt.

“That’s what happens when you’re naughty.”Even his clothes knew he liked to misbehave. “Freeze.”

He just kept making it worse…and I wasn’tsure how.

“I don’t know what happened.” He barelyheld himself back from tugging on his arms. They were trapped behind him andhe’d gotten the sleeves wrapped around his wrists. “I flipped it over my headand then…then I don’t know what happened.”

He’d gotten distracted.

That was his strategic error and I couldsee the moment he realized it. All it took was one hand wrapped around theshirt to have his arms pinned behind his back and for him to feel wonderfullyhelpless.

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