Damn, that was a pretty sight. He could just sit here and stare at her all day. Her ass was red from the spanking that he’d administered earlier. The folds of her pussy were wet and plump due to the way he’d teased her, taking her to the edge and pulling her back until she was begging him.
Ah, there was nothing more delicious than listening to a little subbie beg. Of course, Ria’s begging was interspersed with a lot of swearing, and he’d had to give her another spanking for calling her Dom some less than flattering things.
He loved her spirit and her fire, but he would have obedience when they were at the club or playing. And especially when it came to safety. If she got involved in this blackmail case, and he knew there was no keeping her out, then she was going to have to learn he was in charge.
“Yes, now. I think this is a perfect time, don’t you?” he drawled.
He was getting more curious about
her background. There was nothing personal in this apartment. No pictures of her family strewn around, which seemed unlike Ria, she was so loyal to those she cared about. According to the background check he’d run her parents were deceased but where were the pictures? Had she fallen out with them?
There was just something so temporary about this apartment. As though she didn’t intend to settle here.
She definitely had her secrets. And he itched to dig deeper and see if he could discover them. However, he wouldn’t do it behind her back. If he did and she found out, it would be a breach of trust. No, he hoped to get her to a place where she felt comfortable enough to share with him.
“No. I don’t.” She wiggled against her bonds. He got up and checked them, looking for any sign they were too tight.
“How are you doing, wildcat?” She hadn’t been in the bonds long but he still wanted to check in.
“Not great, Sir.”
He raised an eyebrow. “That’s not one of your safewords.”
She let out a breath. “I’m in agony here.”
“Where?” What had he missed? Where was she hurting? He turned to grab his EMT shears that he’d set down on the sofa when she groaned.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll have you out soon.”
“Not that sort of agony,” she explained. “I’m dying of need here, Sir.”
His heart rate slowed. “Little subbie, you just gave me a heart attack. When you said you were hurting, I thought you were in real pain.”
“I am.” She looked up at him where he stood next to the coffee table, glaring down at her, his hands on his hips as he gave her his most disapproving look. He saw guilt fill her gaze.
“Sorry, Sir. Didn’t mean to scare you. I’m green.”
“Next time I ask how you are during a scene, I expect you to give me one of your colors, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I was about ready to cut you out of there, thinking you were in pain.”
“But I am in pain. Just not from the ropes.”
A sliver of amusement filled him although he was careful not to let it show. “A spanking causes pain to make you think twice about disobeying your Dom.”
“I wasn’t talking about the spanking.”
“Really? Maybe we need to revisit that. I’ve got a nice leather paddle in my bag.”
“No! I mean my ass really hurts, Sir. I’ve learned my lesson. I have.”
Sure, she has.
“Then where are you hurting?”
He knew exactly what she was talking about but he wanted to hear the words from her.