Page 94 of Coiled Tight
“Remember the rules, Cam?”
I nodded. “Color every five hits of the flogger.”
Saúl ran a hand down my back. I hadn’t noticed he’d gotten that close. I tended to lose a lot of spatial awareness when other things took precedence. “Good boy.”
Footsteps followed the praise. I held my breath, then glanced upward when I could glimpse the tip of his big toe. I’d never had a Dom get completely naked with me when fucking wasn’t going to happen right that minute.
It had me sinking more, falling just that tad deeper that would make others appropriately concerned for my sanity.
He squatted down, his fingers helping lift my head up until he could have his lips on me. He wasn’t the finest of kissers, but I loved the urgency within each touch, the aggression he was hardly keeping in check.
“What’s that for, Daddy?”
“An apology I can’t have you whimpering in my mouth while I use this on you.”
Fuck.
Wasn’t I just thinking I wouldn’t fall for basic treatment?
But this didn’t feel like basic Dom-treatment anymore.
I was in trouble.
“S-Saúl?”
He’d started to stand up, but he froze when I said his name. “Yeah?”
“Does this feel really intense for you, too?”
One heartbeat. Two.
I was wondering if I should prepare myself for the kind of answer that would be hard not to take personally.
“It does.”
Okay.
The air left my lungs. Strangely enough, the vulnerability in his voice, even when he was supposed to be the big, strong D-type, had me breathing easier. It had me feeling more confident, more prepared for whatever he’d unleash on both my body and soul.
We were together in whatever mess we were building.
I barely reacted to the first hit. As expected, it was softer, barely any power behind it. My ass clenched on reflex, but I couldn’t say I’d felt more than the different strands landing against my cheek. It went like that for the next two hits.
“Ready, darlin’?”
“Did that one even count?”
Okay. Look. I hadn’t planned on the bratty attitude. The brat just took over sometimes, and there was little to nothing I could do about it.
There had been a point to the question, though, even if it was only going to get me in trouble.
Oh, well.
“No.”
Oh.
Oops?
