“Me cooking for you?”
“Yes.”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether that’s something you want,” he said. “I know it’ll be strange having me around the house more often. I’m guessing that you and Alice probably have your own routines worked out. Me being here will be disruptive to that.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Meredith waved him off, but he wasn’t letting her go that easily.
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bsp; “Perhaps,” he said. “But Meredith, two weeks is a long time to be stuck in the house. Luckily for us, we have plenty of land where we can go on walks or explore. If we need some alone time, there are plenty of places, but we still need to make sure that we’re able to find ways to live in harmony.”
“Is that what the spanking was for?” She asked. “A warning of what’s to come?”
A blush crept over her face, and he wondered if she knew she was feeling embarrassed about what had happened between them. Did she understand what she was feeling? Or was she lying to herself?
She had liked it: there was no doubt about that.
But Meredith hadn’t experienced consensual BDSM before, as far as he was aware, and he thought that part of the reason she seemed nervous and hesitant could be because of that. Maybe she didn’t know what was okay to feel and what wasn’t. The truth was that she was allowed to feel anything she needed to.
“The spanking was because you were disrespectful,” he told her. “And rude. And you disobeyed.”
She blushed harder.
“Meredith, it’s okay to feel embarrassed.”
“Why would you say that to me? I didn’t say I felt embarrassed.”
“One of the most important things to remember is that feelings are never right or wrong. They’re just feelings. Sometimes, during BDSM play, it’s normal to feel anxious or nervous or upset. Sometimes you might feel embarrassed. You might feel happy or excited. Sometimes you might enjoy things you also find to be strange or even repulsive. That’s all okay.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” she whispered, but she looked over at him with tears in her eyes, and he couldn’t resist her. He stood up, pulled her chair back from the table, and pulled her into his arms.
“It’s okay, Meredith.”
“I let you spank me,” she whispered. “And I licked your thumb.”
“I know,” he smiled. “It was hot as hell, beautiful.”
He looked down at her and, after only considering for a moment whether it was right or wrong, he kissed her. He didn’t start with gentle. That wasn’t really his style. Oh, he could be gentle when he wanted to be: with his kid, with his employees.
Not with Meredith.
And not like this.
Here and now, he wanted to ravage her. He wanted to spank her more, and then he wanted to slide his cock deep inside of her. If she’d let him, he’d do anything she wanted and more. He’d teach her things she never could have imagined.
He’d worship her.
She kissed him back quickly, instantly. She acted like she was hungry for him the way he was hungry for her, and he sort of loved that. It may have been very, very wrong for him to feel this way about his employee, but she obviously felt the same way. Finally, she pulled back and looked up at him.
“You really think so?” She searched his eyes carefully. “You really think it was hot?”
“Oh yeah,” he grinned.
“I’ve never really been described that way,” she told him.