fond of that word.”
“And what do they involve?” How could she possibly be that unaware of just how aroused he was? Was she truly that innocent? And would someone who was that innocent have kinky fantasies?
Knowing she was pretty well trapped, she instead buried her face against his neck, and he felt at once entirely aroused and distinctly protective, somehow.
But he wasn’t going to let her not answer him, either. “Ellie.” He imbued her name with as much sternness as he could.
And he had his answer in her eyes when her head shot up and he saw her swallow hard just before she lowered her eyes. “You’re a submissive,” he breathed, hardly able to believe his luck.
“I am not!” She frowned fiercely.
“No?” he asked. “So if I tell you that, at some point shortly, I’m going to find a reason to spank you, you’re not going to be wet when I check afterwards?”
“Check? Afterwards?” Ellie was trying to come to grips with the idea that she might just have found a guy who was actually interested in spanking her, but when he mentioned checking her afterwards, she knew she was doomed.
He kissed her once, a quick kiss. “Yes.” Another kiss, less quick. “Check.” A longer, much more involved kiss. “Afterwards.”
And then he stopped her heart completely by saying, “And if I find that you are wet, then I will also know that you lied to me today. And you’ll have earned another, much more severe punishment.”
Chapter 5
Now, the first time she was in his apartment – having put him off because she hadn’t really dealt with the idea that he was as rich as he was – she wasn’t on his lap having a snuggle. She wasn’t being given a tour of his place. She was on her tummy over the back of his couch.
And he was just reaching for the hem of her skirt when her phone rang.
Her purse had ended up on his easy chair and she got down.
“I didn’t tell you that you could do that,” he said pointedly.
Ellie had rounded on him like a mother tigress. “Look. I like you a lot, and I think we’re probably very compatible in a lot of important ways. You’re pretty much exactly what I’ve been looking for in a man.”
He hadn’t expected to hear that from her this evening, but it was great to know.
“And I might be a submissive, and I might be on the way to becoming your submissive, but if I do, I will still have a life . By that I mean I have friends and family who all text me or message me on Facebook or email me. But when someone actually calls me, then I know it’s a problem or some kind of emergency.”
He gave her a little bow with his head. Things like this were exactly what they needed to work out, and he was actually glad to see that she was willing to stand up to him. Hell, he’d had people who had worked for him for years who wouldn’t have said what she’d said to him.
And he did his best not to listen to her conversation, but it was damned near impossible. Someone was in serious distress, and she was on the phone for about a half an hour, consoling them about something.
He tried not to listen, but there was no mistaking the name she said at the end.
“Carter, give it some time. Really. You just need to be patient.”
Finally she rang off, and he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Carter?”
And damned if she didn’t look guilty as sin. “Yes.”
“My brother, Carter?”
“Yes.”
He stood up and crossed to her, lifting her out of her seat and setting her down on her feet to tilt her chin up, staring down into her eyes with intense seriousness. “You’re seeing my brother?”
She flushed, and he took it as a sign of guilt, frankly. “Not seeing him, no, but he’s always been a friend of mine – an acquaintance, and we’ve gotten closer lately.”
“Since we’ve gotten closer?”
“I don’t think I’ve noticed a correlation.”
His grip on her chin tightened just a bit. “You remember what you promised me?”
“Yes, and I am not dating
“And what do they involve?” How could she possibly be that unaware of just how aroused he was? Was she truly that innocent? And would someone who was that innocent have kinky fantasies?
Knowing she was pretty well trapped, she instead buried her face against his neck, and he felt at once entirely aroused and distinctly protective, somehow.
But he wasn’t going to let her not answer him, either. “Ellie.” He imbued her name with as much sternness as he could.
And he had his answer in her eyes when her head shot up and he saw her swallow hard just before she lowered her eyes. “You’re a submissive,” he breathed, hardly able to believe his luck.
“I am not!” She frowned fiercely.
“No?” he asked. “So if I tell you that, at some point shortly, I’m going to find a reason to spank you, you’re not going to be wet when I check afterwards?”
“Check? Afterwards?” Ellie was trying to come to grips with the idea that she might just have found a guy who was actually interested in spanking her, but when he mentioned checking her afterwards, she knew she was doomed.
He kissed her once, a quick kiss. “Yes.” Another kiss, less quick. “Check.” A longer, much more involved kiss. “Afterwards.”
And then he stopped her heart completely by saying, “And if I find that you are wet, then I will also know that you lied to me today. And you’ll have earned another, much more severe punishment.”
Chapter 5
Now, the first time she was in his apartment – having put him off because she hadn’t really dealt with the idea that he was as rich as he was – she wasn’t on his lap having a snuggle. She wasn’t being given a tour of his place. She was on her tummy over the back of his couch.
And he was just reaching for the hem of her skirt when her phone rang.
Her purse had ended up on his easy chair and she got down.
“I didn’t tell you that you could do that,” he said pointedly.
Ellie had rounded on him like a mother tigress. “Look. I like you a lot, and I think we’re probably very compatible in a lot of important ways. You’re pretty much exactly what I’ve been looking for in a man.”
He hadn’t expected to hear that from her this evening, but it was great to know.
“And I might be a submissive, and I might be on the way to becoming your submissive, but if I do, I will still have a life . By that I mean I have friends and family who all text me or message me on Facebook or email me. But when someone actually calls me, then I know it’s a problem or some kind of emergency.”
He gave her a little bow with his head. Things like this were exactly what they needed to work out, and he was actually glad to see that she was willing to stand up to him. Hell, he’d had people who had worked for him for years who wouldn’t have said what she’d said to him.
And he did his best not to listen to her conversation, but it was damned near impossible. Someone was in serious distress, and she was on the phone for about a half an hour, consoling them about something.
He tried not to listen, but there was no mistaking the name she said at the end.
“Carter, give it some time. Really. You just need to be patient.”
Finally she rang off, and he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Carter?”
And damned if she didn’t look guilty as sin. “Yes.”
“My brother, Carter?”
“Yes.”
He stood up and crossed to her, lifting her out of her seat and setting her down on her feet to tilt her chin up, staring down into her eyes with intense seriousness. “You’re seeing my brother?”
She flushed, and he took it as a sign of guilt, frankly. “Not seeing him, no, but he’s always been a friend of mine – an acquaintance, and we’ve gotten closer lately.”
“Since we’ve gotten closer?”
“I don’t think I’ve noticed a correlation.”
His grip on her chin tightened just a bit. “You remember what you promised me?”
“Yes, and I am not dating
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