He took it out and rubbed it along her ass.
He heard her soft gasp, but she didn’t move nor did she protest.
He buried a grin.
Fuck, she was so his.
Time for her to admit it.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
She pushed against his hand at her neck and pressed her ass into the paddle.
He landed it across her cheeks. The crack rent the air. Her hips jerked then her legs locked but Nick could still see them trembling.
“Who do you belong to?” he repeated.
She didn’t move.
He bent over her.
“Olivia, who do you belong to?”
Sneak attack, she reached out a hand and cupped his balls.
That felt so fucking good, he bit his lip to bite back his groan and again smacked her ass with the paddle.
He heard her whimper into the covers. The good kind of whimper. The kind of whimper she made that he felt in his cock.
“Who do you belong to, baby?” he asked.
She gently massaged his balls.
Christ.
“Who do you belong to, Livvie?”
She slid her knees farther out on the bed.
Christ.
He ran the edge of the paddle between her legs.
Her entire bottom half started trembling.
“Who do you belong to?” he pushed, still stroking her.
She strained her ass up farther.
He gave her what she was asking for and again paddled it.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Fuck yes.
“Who do you belong to?”
Nothing.