Page 37 of Becoming the Owners
He’d easily admitted early in our random text conversations that he was a bottom most of the time, but it hadn’t taken much for me to read between the lines and know he’d wanted to top the shy cutie from the club.
We’d go back and play with that fantasy another time when he was more confident that it wouldn’t freak me the fuck out, but for now I focused the fantasy on my topping him as well as dominating him. “If you were naughty, you might have on a cock cage under your jeans so you wouldn’t be able to get hard.”
He sucked in a breath, clearly not sure if he should be scared of that idea or turned on. Since it was obvious I didn’t need toexplain what that was, I went back to kissing the sensitive area under his ear. “But this time you’d have been very good for me.”
That had him moaning softly, and I rewarded his sexy sound with another rough knead to his ass that seemed to make him melt. “Just imagining how you’d look and how you’d sound kept me hard the whole time we were walking around the building…and watching you be so professional only made it harder to behave. You were very naughty for tempting me like that.”
His low huff of laughter made me smile. “Not taking the flack for that one. You control your own fantasies, Brass Man.”
Giving one cheek a light tap, I nibbled on his ear. “So you’re saying you don’t want to hear about how sexy you were in my fantasies when I spanked your ass. You were leaning against the truck, ass arched out so temptingly…oh, pretty bird, I liked that fantasy.”
He shook his head, more like a pout than an actual disagreement. “Punishments aren’t a fantasy.”
Hmm…
“But they can be. There are all kinds of fun fantasies where you can pretend to be naughty. Maybe Lumberjack Ken here was rude to me when I was in his office and I decided to punish him for his bad behavior.” That was definitely one we’d have to come back to. “Oh, or maybe you were a naughty sub at the club and you didn’t have a Dom to correct your bad behavior. I could step in and help with that.”
With the glimpses I’d gotten into his past, I didn’t think he’d take well to spankings as any form of punishment, but as a funishment…well, that was another story. He’d loved the flogger and had sunk into subspace faster than I’d ever dreamed.
His quiet snicker said he wasn’t feeling anxious about the idea of being spanked, which had me feeling lighter as well. “If Manny walks in with me bent over my desk for any reason, he’ll never let me live it down.”
That was not a no.
“After hours then? Got it.” My response had him groaning and he went back to shaking his head.
Also, not a no or a safeword.
“You’re a terrible influence. How are you worse than me?”
I shrugged. Standing out in a crowd had never been something I’d tried to do. Now in business, that was something else. “I just look more boring than you do.”
Conner’s sigh was so cute. “You’re such a brat.”
Aww.
“Naughty boy.” Nibbling on his neck, I straightened, making him look up at me. “See, that’s the kind of thing I might have to punish you for. Calling me a brat?”
As I scoffed, he tried not to laugh, no longer looking worried about the spanking. “How can I be punished for telling the truth?”
Grinning, the cheeky cutie was back in his eyes as he climbed up on my lap. He didn’t seem to be as frustrated with what he was wearing anymore, but that was because wicked thoughts had clearly taken over.
When he was straddling my lap, aiming for innocent and cute, he gave me a wide-eyed expression and played at being nervous by nibbling on his lower lip. “Maybe you could tryspanking me when you make love to me tonight? That wouldn’t be scary.”
If he wanted to play the innocent flirt instead of actually telling me he was nervous, so he wanted to try it out a different way, I was all right with that. We had plenty of time to work on our communication skills.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Pulling him in, I gave him a soft kiss and ran a hand over his head, pretending he was as innocent as he was playing at. “I’m going to take very good care of my baby and not scare you at all…I know how shy you are, sweetie.”
His eyes danced with laughter, but he was still playing the sweet innocent as he nodded and gave me a slightly nervous but still eager look. “Really? You…you don’t think that would make me naughty? I’ve never done anything like that.”
Well, part of that was true.
I gave him another soft peck, barely brushing my lips over his. “Never, baby. I can’t wait to see how naughty my sweet boy can be.”
Once he realized I wasn’t going anywhere.
But for now, I reached for his shirt and slowly worked at the buttons. “We’re going to start by getting you all pretty. I have a surprise for you.”
That had the innocent act falling away as excitement filled his eyes. Rocking against me, his flirty side peeked out as he grinned and wiggled side to side. “What kind of surprise?”
