He spent the day trying to focus on his work and constantly found his mind drifting back to the events of the weekend. That wasn’t like him. At work, he never had a problem being all business.
No one had ever affected him like this before.
Ever.
I’m just going to have to spend the next eight weeks showing her how good it can be and hopefully she won’t want to end it.
Tony mercilessly teased Shayla via text all day Tuesday. She couldn’t wait for Wednesday evening to roll around. The thought of a spanking, or of whatever things he would do to her, kept her in a constant state of horniness.
By the time he texted her as he left work Wednesday night, she was more than ready for whatever he wanted to dish out.
On my way. ETA 25. Order pizza.
She grinned and called it in, thrilled to know he’d be there shortly. As ordered, she was naked and wearing her collar when Tony arrived.
He wasted no time. After their greeting, he hooked a finger through her collar and led her over to the couch. “Over my lap, pet.”
She felt her juices flowing already as he spanked her with his bare hand. She cried and sobbed as the stinging pain grew more intense, but she didn’t safeword.
When he stopped, she gasped for air and closed her eyes, relaxing as he rubbed her ass.
“Such a good pet. Spread your legs.”
She did. He inserted two fingers inside her and slowly fucked her with them, turning his hand so he could also rub her clit with his thumb.
He reached in front of her and stuck two fingers of his other hand into her mouth. “Suck my fingers, pet.”
She did, eagerly, holding on to his wrist as he finger-fucked her through two orgasms, her cries muffled by his fingers.
“Sit up, pet.”
On shaky legs, she did.
“Open.”
She complied.
“Suck my hand clean, pet. You made a mess.”
She closed her eyes and took her time, laving her tongue up and down his fingers as she licked every last drop of her juices off his hand.
He smiled. “Such a good girl.”
A knock on the door interrupted them. Her eyes must have grown wide because he laughed. “Relax, pet. I’ll get it.”
Fortunately, she couldn’t be seen from the front door. She heard him talk with someone, then he returned carrying the pizza. “Dinner’s here, pet. Perfect timing.”
He washed his hands as she finally got her legs to start working again and joined him in the kitchen. “Where are your forks?” He glanced at her and laughed. “You can go clean up if you want to, pet.”
“Thank you, Sir. Over there.” She pointed at a drawer before heading to the bathroom.
He didn’t bother hiding his amusement. Yep, she was already in subspace. He loved playing with her, how responsive she was, how cute she looked when she realized a spanking had made her wet.
Good thing I’m not an evil scientist.
He opened a drawer, but it wasn’t full of utensils. It looked like a catchall drawer. On the top lay a folded piece of paper. He picked it up and, before truly thinking about it, looked at it.
A letter from her ex.
Even as his brain screamed at him not to, he read it.
Why would she hold on to this?
Unless she’s not really over him.
He put the paper back and closed the drawer, ashamed of himself for the violation of her privacy. He was better than that.
Yeah, but you don’t want to lose your heart to someone who will turn around and leave you, do you?
Dammit.
The seed of doubt grew into a strangling vine at light speed.
Quit being stupid.
By the time she returned, he’d found the forks and paper plates and had the pizza ready to serve. They settled on the couch and even the sight of her naked and collared and still looking freshly fucked couldn’t erase from his mind the image of that letter in her drawer.
“Have you heard anything else from your ex lately?” Subtle, Daniels. Really subtle.
Shayla tensed a little. “Not since the last check he sent me.” She picked at her pizza.
Don’t do this. Do not do this! “You haven’t demanded a repayment schedule from him?”
She shook her head. “He either will or won’t repay me. And even if he gives me an answer, I can’t trust him to stick to his word.” She glanced at him. “He lied to me. Destroyed my trust. If he told me the sky was blue, I’d stick my head out a window and check. I’d rather expect the worst from him than get my hopes up that he’ll make good just to give him the power to disappoint me again.”
He charged ahead anyway, wanting it cleared up. “What kind of porn was it you said he was into, again?”
“BDSM porn.” Now she wouldn’t look him in the eye.
Why are you doing this? He put his plate down, well aware the next few minutes might be the end of their evening, or even the end of their time together. “I need to ask you something, and I want an honest answer. Look at me, pet.”
She did.
“You’re not using this, what we’re doing, as a way to better understand it in hopes of trying to win him back or something, are you?”
Her mouth gaped. “No! How could you even think such a thing?”
“I’m not proud of this, but I accidentally found his letter to you in your junk drawer. I couldn’t help wonder why you saved it. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have read it, but it’s a legitimate question.”
“No, it’s not a fucking legitimate question!”
“He put you through a lot. I’m not accusing you, but I need to know for sure. I’m just trying to make sure we’re on the same page.”
She stormed over to the kitchen, where she yanked the drawer open and pulled the letter out before stalking back over to him. She waved it in front of him. “This is what I think of him!”
She ripped it into tiny pieces and threw it in the air. “It shocked the hell out of me when I got it, all right? It was wrapped around the check. At the time I got it, it upset me and I couldn’t think, so I stuffed it in there and forgot about it. Okay?”
He felt both relieved and like shit that he’d snooped. He also belatedly realized, from the tension in her body and the tone of her voice, that he’d inadvertently ripped the scab off her fresh emotional wound. “Okay.”
She angrily wiped at her eyes. “I trusted him. I loved him. And he took that and threw it away. You don’t think I know how that feels? Do you honestly think so little of me that you think I’d turn around and do that to someone else? Have I given you any reason not to trust me?”
“No, you haven’t.”
“Then what the hell?”
“I’m sorry, pet. I was out of line.”
“Damn right you’re out of line.” She dropped back down to the couch, a scowl on her face.
He tried again. “I should not have read it. It was wrong.”
She glared at him. “He fucking put me through the goddamned wringer. I thought you understood that. I trusted you with that information. I thought you understood what I went through, but I guess I was wrong.”
He sensed her winding up into an epic tantrum and felt helpless to diffuse it. “You have to understand what it looked like from my end.”
Shayla saw red. In an instant she’d gone from feeling blissfully subbie to feeling like she’d just been tossed, naked, out of a moving car onto a gravel road. Her fragile, newfound trust once again felt sliced into jagged pieces that cut into her heart and soul.