Page 40 of Raspberry Cake
She sighed, doing so reluctantly.
“I understand why you might feel that way and I knew these kinds of situations might happen, but they don’t scare me. I don’t mind taking care of you when the world around you won’t let you be the strong, independent woman you are.”
“I appreciate the way you think. Maybe I just have a hard time accepting it.”
He bent down and kissed her hair. “It might take a while, but it’s important for you to know howIsee these things too. And we can talk about it any time you like.”
Eveline fisted his collar and hauled him into a kiss that left him weak in the knees. “Thank you.”
“If I ever make you feel as if I’m downplaying your abilities, please tell me.”
“No complaints so far.”
He laughed and turned back to his task. “Don’t worry they’ll come soon enough. Wait until you see my hack job on these veggies.”
Once the food was finished, he set the table and snuck in some cuddles with Luna. She didn’t seem to mind him picking her up, but maybe she was just after the ear scratches. He insisted on doing the cleaning, so Eveline busied herself sorting out snacks for the week. As she worked, she explained how much it helped to be able to grab things on the way out the door.
When the kitchen was sparkling and the countertop reset, they curled up on the couch together, though he paused to admire the craft supplies on the shelf next to the TV.
“Would you be willing to teach me?”
“How to knit?”
“Yes,” he said, picking up some loose needles that looked rather dangerous. “I’m not very crafty, so you’ll have to be patient.”
“You want me to turn you into an old, boring grandma like me, is that it?”
He turned towards her and cocked his brow. “What did you just call yourself?”
“Old and boring I guess.”
Slowly—very slowly—he crossed the space between them. “You better start talking more kindly about yourself.”
A mischievous grin curled her lips and made her eyes sparkle. “Or what?”
He knocked her legs apart, bracing himself on the back of the couch. “I might have to spank you.”
Clearly enjoying where this was going, Eveline smiled innocently, bright eyes peering up at him.
“Oh, youwantthat, don’t you?” He pinched her chin between his thumb and index. “Thinking of all the awful things you could say about yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“At least my little kitten is honest.” He took her lips in a bruising kiss, his hand dropping to grope at her tit through her shirt. Her fingers curled around his belt, gripping onto it for support. “Will you be good to yourself from now on?”
Eveline panted for air, and he watched as his words slowly set in. “I make no promises.”
“Oh, kitten, you shouldn’t have said that,” he growled, single handedly unbuckling his belt and whipping it off in one swift move. She gasped, eyes glued to the leather as he folded it in half. “Want to try that again?”
Her attention flickered between his face and the belt, clearly debating what to do. When she’d made up her mind she shook her head, earning herself a tap to the pussy. She was still fully dressed, so it was nothing more than the thrill of what was to come that had her jolting in her seat.
“Say something nice about yourself,” he demanded, smoothing the leather over her thighs.
She looked up at him, her lips pressed together in defiance.
“Oh, kitten,” he purred and gave her what she truly wanted: a hard slap to her cunt. God, he loved this, it was fucking hot, and the trust she put into him was mind-blowing. “You can do it, sweet love.”
“I like how determined I can be,” she finally whispered.
