“I’m sorry I believed Nick,” I said softly.
“You believin’ him didn’t say shit about me. It said shit about how you feel about you. We’ll work on that.”
God, he was scary, scary sweet and I was thinking scary smart too.
“Bet I bought myself a bad girl,” he muttered and I blinked.
“Pardon?”
“Baby, how many times did you come on my face?”
I bit my lip.
Then I shared quietly, “I lost track.”
Knight burst out laughing, both is arms closing tight around me as he shifted us down in bed and rolled me to my back, him at my side.
When he stopped laughing, his hand slid up to curl around my neck, palm at my throat.
“You gonna be a bad girl?” he whispered.
“I haven’t decided,” I whispered back and his hand spasmed.
Then he asked, sounding appalled, “I hurt you?”
“Uh… yeah, Knight. You spanked me.”
“Too hard?”
“Um…”
“That you couldn’t stand the pain, Anya, that it didn’t feel good even as it felt bad. That kinda too hard, babe. I didn’t get that from you, not even close. When I was done, you were soaked.”
“Well that’s because, um… the answer’s no. If that’s too hard then it wasn’t. Not even close.”
His hand relaxed as did his body.
God, how could this guy have just spanked me, my bottom still felt warm and tender and yet at the same time he was unbelievably sweet?
“We need a safe word,” he muttered.
“Probably,” I muttered back.
“No, babe, we do. We should have worked that out before but I’ve been goin’ easy on you, payin’ attention, not pushin’ too hard. Didn’t think we’d be here this quick. I’ll think about it, give it to you before I take you again.”
Easy on me.
Something, maybe, to look forward to.
“Okay,” I said softly.
At my word, he gave me a squeeze before he shifted, yanking the covers out from under us, flicking them over us then settling onto his back. He rolled me and tucked me into his side.
Then he ordered, “Sleep, baby.”
“Okay, Knight.”
I settled in. Knight’s arm around me drew me closer then relaxed. My arm snaked across his flat belly, curled around and I held on.