Page 23 of Ashley
James leaned over the table, his gray eyes looking nowhere but at her, and she felt a glow of pleasure at commanding all of his attention. No one else existed outside of their bubble, and she felt a smile pull at her lips despite her trepidation at his next words. Whatever he was going to say next, she would agree to. She knew it, if only to have him continue staring at her like he was.
"I would take you." He tugged her hand closer to him, forcing her to lean closer.
She felt like she might pass out from the lack of space that now existed, their knees brushed and her pulse hummed.
"And have you over my knee—"
"And then?" the words slipped out breathier than she meant, but she didn't have it in her to care.
"And then I'd flip up your skirt."
"I'm not wearing a skirt."
"You would be, then," he said, grinning at her and raising her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. "Your cute little ass would be right there in my lap, just squirming and waiting for me, because I know you want it, even if you want to tell yourself you don't deserve it."
"I, ah," she stumbled over her words and then cleared her throat. "What would you do then."
"I'd pull those sweet panties of yours down and have you count out the strokes for me."
"You would make me count?"
"To keep us both honest, yes. You would count for me, wouldn't you? Like a good girl?"
Ashley found herself nodding before she could stop herself. "Yes."
He kissed her again, lips dragging over her knuckles before he nipped her skin lightly, making her jump. "Good girl. I'd give you your strokes and then… then, I'd make you feel good."
"How?"
"Lotion, massages, I'd pick you up and carry you to bed, put you there nice and sweet next to me and tell you that you did so good for me. That I loved how brave you had been for me and then I'd give you what I know you want."
She dropped her eyes to his mouth, watching his tongue move along his bottom lip. "Which is what?"
"My cock."
Her eyes widened, and she looked up to see that he was watching her intently. "I do want that," she told him with a shaky laugh. "I want it now."
"I know."
She blushed and ducked her head. "Taking risks with myself would make you spank me?"
He hummed. "It would. There's no way around it. I'd warn you, sweetie. I'm not going to hurt you. You know that, but if you didn't listen, I'd have to stop it."
She nodded. "That seems reasonable."
"Alcohol is something you do not abuse. I want you safe."
"Even if I'm with you?"
"Even then," he said, his voice sharp, making sure she was paying attention. "Do you understand?"
"Yes. I'll be responsible. There's a group outing with the production crew this coming week. I will be going out then and drinking. It's expected."
"Then I expect you to use your best judgement. Do you understand me?"
"Yes." She paused when she didn't know what to call him. Daddy was far too intimate of a thing. They both knew it. "What do I call you?"
"Sir, if you prefer it, but I'll let you call me anything you want, honey."
