Page 31 of Sawyer’s Mistake

Less than a minute later she walked back into the room. His mouth went suddenly dry when he saw her in his shirt. The plaid fabric fell to her knees, and she’d done up most of the buttons. It should have been a conservative look, except her breasts threatened to overflow from the front. He wanted nothing more than to take it off her.

“Come here. I promise I’ll watch over you while you sleep. Nothing is going to hurt you while I’m around.”

Tears glistened in her eyes.

“If you are attracted to me … why don’t we … you know?”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea, Saoirse. I wasn’t kidding when I said I like sex rough.”

She came to him as if she couldn’t help herself but stopped just outside his reach. Her eyes were steady as they met his.

“You think you know me so well, Jake, but you have no idea how rough I like it.” Her voice was soft and sultry. He felt his cock jerk as if on a chain. He wasn’t going to be able to resist her.

He crossed the distance between them in a matter of seconds. Grasping the top of her arms, he lifted her until only her tiptoes touched the floor. She moaned softly.

“How rough do you like it, Saoirse? Tell me what you want. Do you need me to dominate you?” He tugged gently on her wrists, still gripped within his bigger hand.

She nodded.

He growled. “That won’t do, Saoirse. Informed consent is fucking mandatory. If you want me to do anything other than tuck you into bed tonight, I need to hear you say it.”

She hesitated for an instant, and he almost let her go. When her answer came, her voice was soft but clear.

“I want to be yours, Jake.”

Her brought up his left hand and skimmed her cheek gently, capturing a drying tear. She shivered but didn’t move away.

“Then I’ll make you mine. But we’ll do it my way. Have you ever had a safe word before? Do you know what it means?”

She nodded. “Tofu.”

He grinned. “Tofu. That works.” He branded the word in his brain. “You do know what it means. If you say the word tofu, everything stops.”

“And you leave,” she added.

He leaned back as if slapped. “Everything stops and we speak about what made you use your safe word.”

Her blue eyes grew wide and threatened to fill with tears again.

“This is important, Saoirse. I don’t know what kind of dominants you’ve been with, but I’m never going to leave you in the middle of a scene, no matter what. Now, sit here with me. Tell me what you want.”

She shrugged. “I want to be yours.”

“I’ll make you mine,” he said, his voice low. “But I need to know what you like and what you don’t.”

She blushed prettily and looked down. “I don’t know, I … I like to be spanked,” she said, her voice a soft exhale.

He wanted to put her over his lap that very instant but knew he needed to tread carefully. He stroked her cheek until she looked back up at him.

“I’d like to spank you,” he said, leading her to the bed. He sat down first. “Come on, lie on my lap.”

For a moment, he feared she might lose her courage. Then, very slowly, she did as he asked, her weight making his cock strain harder against his pants. He lifted the plaid material quickly to expose her beautiful, creamy butt, covered by a layer of simple white cotton. He caressed the soft skin. Just as she moaned, he brought his palm down hard and watched the left globe turn a beautiful light pink. She didn’t make a sound, so he brought his hand down again on the same spot, harder this time.

“You’re very tense,” he noted.

“Yes, well—” His hand came down hard on the opposite side of her ass. Then again on the left. She gasped but stopped trying to argue with him.

“It’s going to hurt more if you don’t breathe in and out. Long, slow breaths.”