Chapter 20
For a moment, I thought about just turning around and walking away. But the fierceness in his expression kept my feet glued to the floor. That was until he made an impatient sound and the thought of pissing him off, or worse, disappointing him had me shuffling into the room. When I stopped on the spot he’d pointed to, Trey sat back and looked up at me with a critical eye.
“What has gotten into you?”
“Nothing.” I sounded like a brat and I didn’t care.
He snorted out a mirthless sound. “That is clearly a lie. Try again.”
I shrugged. “I don’t see why it matters. I’m allowed to be in a bad mood if I want to be.”
Trey blew out a slow breath. “You are. But there is obviously something bothering you. I want to know what it is”
“Why? You don’t care.”
Quick as a flash, he grabbed me, pulled me down, and put me over his lap. I didn’t even have time to struggle before he delivered two hard smack right on my ass. I yelped and tried to get away, but he held me fast.
“I care, cub. I see you.” Another smack. “And if you need a physical reminder, then I’ll give you one.”
“Stop it! Let me go!”
“I don’t think so.” Trey hit me again. Then again. Hard and right on the fleshy part of my butt. Even through my jeans, it stung like a bitch. Then he grabbed a handful of my cheek and squeezed hard. My body didn’t know how to process the pain. It hurt, but also was strangely turning me on. And the conflict made me nervous.
“Let go.” This time it came out more like a plea and I tried to break out of his hold. He moved the hand that held me down across my back to cup the back of my neck.
“You know what words you need to make this stop, cub.” His voice changed, went deeper. “Say them if you need to.”
“I….I…” I knew all I had to do was give him a safeword and this would end. But I didn’t want it to. I was confused as hell, but somehow being in this position with Trey spanking me made things better. And that made my confusion worse.
Trey let go of my ass, then pushed his hand between us so he could open my fly. Then with sure and quick movements, he had my jeans and underwear down around my thighs, my naked ass on display. I squawked again, but since it wasn’t a safeword, Trey ignored it.
“Don’t come,” he commanded, then started spanking me in earnest. At first, I just took it, even as the intensity increased. My ass burned and stung, but Trey didn’t let up. And then between one smack and the next, my body started processing the pain as pleasure.
I moaned and lifted up, wanting that next hit, needing to feel it. I lost time, the real world slipping away and there was nothing but my burning flesh and Trey’s powerful hand delivering each smack. Again and again. And I pressed up onto my toes, craving it. I was flying, riding the pain, and my cock was so hard I knew I had to be leaving a wet spot on his jeans. But it didn’t matter. Nothing did. Only this. Him, me, and the spanking.
Suddenly he stopped, and started rubbing my cheeks instead.
“No,” I whimpered. “More, please.”
“No, cub. That’s enough.” Trey lifted me and I was shaky and unsteady, but that was fine because he pulled me down to sit on his lap. The rough material of his jeans scraped my raw ass, and I hissed. Trey cradled me in his arms cupping the back of my head and pressing my face into his neck.
I started babbling. I didn’t even make a conscious decision to start speaking, especially when I’d been so determined to be grumpy instead of talking to him in the first place. But it seemed my brain now had other ideas and I just told him everything that had been running through my head. Trey listened, rubbing my back and ignoring my hard cock.
“Oh cub,” he said on a sigh, and then kissed my forehead. “First off, let me apologize. It didn’t occur to me that you might find comfort in the knowledge that other shifters claimed my protection.”
I nodded because that was all that I had strength for. Trey pushed my sweaty hair back, and then tilted my face up so he could meet my gaze.
“And secondly, this is why you need to talk to me. I took a chance with this, because I was pretty sure it was what you needed. I’m good. I can read body language pretty well. But I am nota mind reader. I need to know these things.”
“Yes, sir,” I croaked. I didn’t know why my throat was so scratchy. Had I screamed and not known it?
“There’s my good cub.” He kissed me, fierce and possessive, and I clung to him, needing it more than I needed air. When he finally pulled back, we were both panting and Trey smiled “Any time you need a scene to ground you, if I don’t read you fast enough, just tell me.”
How could I ask for something like that? Now that I knew what all of this entailed, I couldn’t imagine just asking for it. Telling him I wanted to submit that first night seemed like a cakewalk in comparison. But he wanted me to, so I would have to work on it. “I’ll try,” I whispered.