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“I’d rather?—”
“I’m not asking, mo cuishle.” Tristan interrupts me. “You need to learn that I know what’s best for you, and my decisions reflect that. It would behoove you not to disobey me right now.”
“I have it on good authority she’s never been spanked,” Liam chimes in, softening the mood. “You know, if you need help with some ways to correct her.”
I’m at Tristan’s club.
The sex one. Next to the bar where that asshole spilled a drink a me.
I type my response, knowing that Tristan is still reading over my shoulder.
I’m going to do as he’s asking, but I’m also going to ensure he knows that I don’t like it.
Come here instead.
He’s offered to buy lunch.
I’ll show you around the club.
And there’s free drinks.
On my way, sweetie.
“The asshole, huh?” Tristan spins my stool and leans close before whispering, “I know what you’re doing, mo cuishle. The question is, do you?”
Arching my brows, I shrug my shoulders.
“I am not above correcting you in front of them,” he threatens.
“You wouldn’t.”
“He would,” Liam and Finn respond nearly in unison.
“You’re all full of shit.” I roll my eyes and shake my head.
Tristan pulls me from my stool and bends me over the counter until my face is pressed against the cool, white marble. My eyes dart to Liam, Conor, and Finn on the other side of the bar as Tristan takes his time inching my long skirt up my legs. I stand rigid, calling his bluff.
The soft fabric dusts against my upper thigh, and cool air hits my ass. I suddenly realize that I have been outplayed. He was not bluffing. Not in the slightest. I squirm against the bar and squeal, “Tristan.”
He slips his fingers into my hair and holds my face against the bar as he throws the gathered fabric of my dress up my back. Leaving me completely bare and exposed, with every set of eyes in the room focused entirely on me.
It's fucking exhilarating.
“Never been spanked?” His hand rubs over my ass, warming my skin. “Did you know you liked being on display?” he teases, leaning over me.
“I don’t.” His short, dark laugh quickly lets me know he knows I’m lying.
Lowering his voice so that only I can hear, he whispers, “Your glistening cunt disagrees.”
He places a feathery kiss against my ear before standing. He continues to rub over the skin of my ass. “You’re going to tell them what a good girl you want to be for me with every strike of my palm.”
His hand hits my ass, the slap echoing around the room as the sting spreads across my skin. The eyes on me all eagerly wait with anticipation, and I mutter, “I want to be a good girl.”
My breaths come out as sputters, and my heart pounds. The anticipation, excitement, and embarrassment all coursing through my body and throbbing in my pussy.
“You can do better than that.” He strikes again, and I yelp.
“Mmm…I want to be your good girl.” The words breathlessly tremble over my lips as Liam licks his.
