Page 18 of It'll Be Fun
“Ah, there you are, sweetheart.”
“Hello, Master.”
“You don’t mean ‘asshole’?” But he smiled, so no, he wasn’t upset.
If anything, he sometimes seemed to get off on aggravating the crap out of—
Ohhh.
Duh.
It was something she knew, but she tended to forget. Anything she reacted mildly to rarely got repeated.
She kicked off her sandals, set her purse on the couch, and pulled off her sundress, and the panties she’d been allowed to wear today.
“I wastryingto eat, Master.”
“I take it that’s not a winner, then?”
“Maybe if we were in a scene or something. Or if I was home and you weren’t. I could deal with it in the privacy of home. But you kept changing the pattern around and I couldn’t get used to it.”
A slow grin emerged on his handsome face. “So itwasworking?”
“Yes, it was working. May Ipleasego take it out now?”
“What will you trade me for it, baby?”
So this was the bargaining part of the negotiation.
Not unexpected.
In fact, usually, he made her work harder for it than this, so he obviously realized she wasn’t in amoodfor it.
She straddled his lap and kissed him. “Since you already got the hole loosened up, you might as well fuck me there.”
“Mmm.” He had gorgeous brown eyes that always sucked her in, no matter what he wanted to do to her.
Well, no matter what he wanted to do at leastonce. Because she usually gave him one try to make her despise something.
Oh, he was going to say yes to the trade, she could tell that already from the way his left eye was squinting a little more than his right. That was a tell he’d developed over the years, when he was trying not to smile too much in a way that would let her know he’d already decided, because he was trying to drag out the tension for her.
She leaned in, brushing her nipples along the front of his shirt and sending a frisson of need through her. “Master,” she breathily whispered. “Please fuck my ass.”
At least the damn butt plug would be out if he did.
“Hmm.”
She sighed. “And please give me five strokes with the cane for the asshole remark?”
“Thereyou go.” He kissed her. “Go take it out, clean up, and bring me the cane, baby. Meet me in the bedroom.”
“Yes, Master.” She hustled, in case he decided to add a few more strokes. Becausethatwould suck.
Five strokes, andnotserious punishment strokes? Because the non-punishment strokes were always lighter than the punishment strokes.
No problem, because she’d be begging for the fucking by the time he finished with her.
She always did.
