But he knew. And he so wanted to give it to her.
“Yes.” He patted his lap, waiting for that moment when he would see her ass. He’d dreamed of it. In a pair of jeans, it was round and fucking hot as hell. He’d thought about shoving his cock deep inside what he would bet was her little virgin asshole. She would be so hot and tight around him. Her eyes flared when she was worried. He could imagine her eyes getting so fucking wide when he pressed his dick high up into her. “Pull it up around your waist and settle yourself over my lap. Do you remember your safe word?”
She nodded, her tongue coming out to moisten her bottom lip. “Yes.”
“Use it if you need to.” He couldn’t let her think she wasn’t in control. “Baby, this is supposed to hurt, but it’s also supposed to do something for you. It doesn’t work for everyone. You have to have a certain bent for the pain to bring you pleasure.”
At the end of the day, he wanted her, but not if she didn’t need this. He was old enough to understand he required a woman whose kink complemented his own.
“I don’t know what pleasure is.”
Her stark admission stopped him in his tracks.
“What do you mean?”
She stood there, seemingly unsure of what to do. “Nothing. Not really. I mean, I was just saying that I don’t get any of this.”
Was she really saying what he thought she was saying? He looked over at Derek, who had a wholly sympathetic look on his face.
“I think she’s saying exactly what you think she’s saying. How old are you, honey?” Derek asked.
He didn’t take offense to the lieutenant. Calling her by pet names was just normal for a Dom. There was nothing covetous in his eyes or his manner. Ashley wasn’t flirting with him the way she had with the very attractive and much-younger-than-Keith bartender, who apparently should have set off his gaydar.
And Derek was right.
“Sweetheart, are you trying to tell me you don’t understand what pleasure is?” He knew damn well she wasn’t a virgin.
Her skin flushed the nicest shade of pink. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed. I’m not that kind of girl.”
That kind of girl? The kind who came? “When was the last time you had an orgasm?”
She hesitated. “I don’t think I ever had one. It’s okay. I know it’s not real.”
Not real? She was talking about orgasms being a myth? Who the fuck had she slept with? Whoever it was, he should thank the little fucker because it opened up so very many doors for him. If she didn’t think she could find pleasure in the sexual act, he could damn well make her his slave.
He could show her things she didn’t even know were real.
“Lay across my lap now, Ashley. It’s a count of twenty, but everything stops the minute you say your safe word. You’re always in control. Don’t ever forget it.” He would give her every out possible. Or maybe he was giving it to himself because he still wasn’t sure.
She situated herself, settling awkwardly over his lap. She had to be able to feel the hard length of his cock because he could barely think for all the blood in his dick. She wriggled a little, and he finally got a really good look at her ass.
Round. So pretty he couldn’t quite catch his breath. Her ass split neatly into two gorgeous moons that would grip his dick in a way he’d never been held before.
She was shaking. Her spine was straight, but the flesh around it quivered with fear. She was scared and he was a perverted freak because that did something for him. Not because he loved her fear, but because he loved the fact that he could cure her of it. She was frightened now, but soon she would crave the thing she feared. Him. He could make her want what he had to give, make her need it.
He ran his hand along her flesh, pushing the skirt up farther, revealing the twin dimples in the small of her back. So pretty.
“Master Derek, do you see anything wrong with this submissive’s ass?” It was time to start training her properly. His methods had to do with far more than his hand on her ass. He would teach her to see herself differently.
Derek gave him the first genuine smile he’d seen out of the cop. “Not a damn thing, Master Keith. She’s got a lovely ass.”
“But I have cellulite,” Ashley protested.
Yes, she would need some modifications to her thought process. He brought his hand down on her gorgeous ass in a hard smack.
Her whole body shook and the sweetest squeal came out of her mouth. “That hurt!”
Indignation. He chuckled. “Yes, that’s why they call it punishment. And you just added ten extra strokes with the cellulite comment.” He gave her several more in rapid succession, not allowing her to breathe in between.
Her fingers had a death grip on his ankle. “I was just saying what the problem with my backside is.”
“You are digging yourself a bigger hole, sub.” The lieutenant whistled as he shook his head.
“I’m trying to make you understand that there isn’t a problem at all.” Three more. She’d taken eight hard whacks, every muscle clenching with tension. She wasn’t relaxing the way a longtime sub would.
He heard her sniffle. “I don’t think I like this part.”
She was crying openly, her nails now digging into his leg. Fuck. Maybe she had really delicate skin.
“Please, I don’t think I can take another one.”
She was going to safe word on him. He had to let her do it. “Use your safe word then and we’ll be done.”
“Give it a minute,” another voice said. Karina was wrapped in a short black robe, having finished her scene. She looked at him. “Can I help, Sir? She’s very new and sometimes getting through the first discipline session is hard.”
“Karina, you know better than to get between a Dom and his sub,” Derek said.
“She won’t be his sub for long if she walks away now.” Karina sent the cop a look that could have frozen the balls off a man in the dead of summer.
Apparently, he was far more open to help than Derek Brighton. “Please, Karina. If you can help, I would appreciate it.”
She winked and got to her knees on the floor. “First of all, give me your hands, sweetie. You can hold on to me. What did you do?”
Ashley laughed a little. “I said I was fat.”
“Oh, now you’re in for it. I told you that would happen. How many?” Karina asked.