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  And it was rapidly going from half-mast to full steam ahead. “That’s all your fault.”

  That earned me another toe-curling spank, that time on my other cheek, before Roman shook his head. “Nope. It’s just you being naughty. I knew you were going to need a spanking.”

  Just the idea of a full-out spanking over his lap made my toes curl and my cock jerk. “Stop saying things like that. I really do have stuff to do.”

  Heat sprang to life in Roman’s eyes, and I could see the wicked thoughts running through his head. His sexy voice made me want to throw myself at him. “I wonder if you could concentrate with a nice red bottom and a toy keeping your cock hard and ready for me to play with.”

  It was going to be a long night.

  Chapter 15

  Roman

  Being a gentleman was going to kill me. Well, showing Eli that I wanted more than just sex with him was going to kill me. Almost a week had passed since we’d started talking instead of screaming. After the initial incredible sex, I’d wanted to make sure Eli understood that while I wasn’t sure where we were going, he wasn’t just a booty call or someone I wanted to scene with occasionally.

  Eli was worth more than that.

  As we’d talked through the week, I was finally able to see why people thought he was so funny and why they constantly said he needed a spanking.

  And it wasn’t just because of the sass and drama.

  Eli took on entirely too much. If there was a project or something that needed to be done, he would volunteer. He not only did the modeling and blogging for Leashes and Lace, but he had endless reports to review and clothing lines to look at.

  When I added in the countless hours he spent looking over the other models’ blogs and talking to customers, that would have been more than a full-time job, but his day didn’t stop there. He also picked out charities to work with and was working on getting his master’s degree.

  He definitely made me conscious of how much time and effort I put into my new business, but I also realized that he needed a better way to relax and let go of everything. He talked about going out with friends, but that was always mixed in with staying up crazy hours to get everything done, and the stress never seemed to fade.

  We were going to take care of some of that stress once dinner was over. I still wasn’t sure how I’d been talked into going to dinner with Reece and Houston. When Eli had brought it up, I’d realized it was his way of bringing me into his life, but I still wasn't sure it was a good idea.

  Reece had seen us both at our worst, and I wasn’t sure if he was the kind of guy who could move past that. We hadn’t interacted enough when I’d been working at Leashes and Lace to know much about him. And I’d never met Reece’s roommate turned boyfriend and Dom.

  Yup, if they couldn’t move past our previous behavior it was going to be a long night.

  As I drove over to meet Eli at Reece’s apartment, I kept telling myself that they had to have realized it wasn’t just my fault. Yes, I played a big part in the crazy, but Eli wasn’t blameless. Not that I was trying to make myself feel better about what had happened, but the constant reminder that they knew he was a drama queen made the stress easier to deal with.

  The last week had taken a crazy turn when I wasn’t worried about Eli’s reactions any longer.

  Pulling into the guest parking spot right on time, I reached for my phone to text Eli, but I jumped, nearly dropping it, when there was a knock on the window. Rolling it down, frowning at a grinning Eli, I shook my head. “Trying to give me a heart attack?”

  Eli grinned, thoroughly pleased with himself. “Yes, so I can get the money from the life insurance policy I took out on you the other day.”

  I gave him a playful frown. “There you go talking all married and serious again. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You’re rushing me, Brat.”

  “Hey.” Eli’s eyes widened.

  Trying not to laugh while I rolled the window up and turned off the car, I was enjoying Eli’s frustration. As I opened the door, I stood up and gave him a quick kiss. “I hope you haven’t been out here long.” Then just to make him nuts, I kept pushing. “I wouldn’t want the little woman to wait for me.”

  Eli scoffed. “You know full well what’s under these panties.”

  Pulling him close, I pressed his body against me, letting his cock rub against mine. “But you keep talking about us getting married. That makes you the little woman here. Sexy dick or not.”

  Not seeing anyone around, I let my hands slide down to cup his ass. “And if you keep teasing me by talking about your cock and the sexy panties you’re wearing, we might not make it to dinner.”

  Eli shivered and shifted back and forth, clearly not sure which touch he wanted more of. Taking away the decision, I pinned him against me. “You’ve been very naughty this week. Talking to me about all kinds of sexy things. I might have to punish you if you keep it up.”

  He wouldn’t be able to resist a challenge.

  Eli gave a low moan, and I thrust my hips against him. “But if you’re too naughty, I might not let you come later. Just remember that, Brat.”

  Decisions, decisions…how much brat would be too much.

  “You’re mean.” His breathy tone made me smile.

  “You’re right.” Then, giving him a pat, I glanced toward the elevators. “You’re making me late, Brat.”

  “Will that get me punished too?” The needy, almost wistful expression made my cock start to harden.

  “Possibly. But you’ll have to guess if it will be one that you like, or one you won’t.”

  “Meanie.” Eli gave me a pretty pout and stepped away.

  “I was promised food.” Moving away from the car, I reached for Eli’s hand. “Lead the way.”

  Eli turned off the pout once he realized it wasn’t getting him anywhere. “It smells fabulous upstairs. Reece can actually cook, and he had to send Houston on a crazy errand for dessert to keep him from trying to eat it early.”

  Laughing, I shook my head. “Reece should hope Houston doesn’t figure it out.”

  Eli shrugged. “He probably already figured it out, but Reece baked him a cobbler and then sent him for ice cream to go on it.”

  Cobbler?

  “When you said he could cook, I didn’t realize you meant actually cook.”

  Grinning, Eli pushed the button on the elevator and nodded conspiratorially. “He made this stuffed shells thing with cheese inside because Italian seems to be Houston’s weakness.”

  “Sounds fabulous.” And like I would need to go running over the weekend.

  ****

  “That was delicious, Reece. Thank you.” Leaning back in the chair, I gave the last shells a longing glance but wisely didn’t ask for more. Houston looked like he was ready to go to war to make sure there were leftovers.

  Reece smiled at me but rolled his eyes at Houston. “You’re welcome.”

  “I told you it would be fabulous.” Eli’s smile turned slightly concerned. “Are you sure you don’t want more? You were working on the website so long today that I know you didn’t eat lunch.”

  “Not even married and you’re already trying to rule the roost and fatten me up. What am I going to do with you?” I was mostly poking at Eli, but the way Reece’s eyes widened made me want to laugh.

  Glancing over at Reece while Eli sputtered, I shrugged. “He’s been like this all week. Every time I talk to him, he starts going on about getting serious. I’m not sure what to do about it. I’m not ready to be married, but he doesn’t look like he’ll take no for an answer. Just the other night, he started talking about wanting my opinion when he starts redecorating. Hinting that I would need an office space in the house soon. I had to break it to him gently that I wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment yet.”

  Eli threw his napkin at me. “I asked you what you thought about the color of the curtains in my office!”

  Reece finally got his surprise under control, but Houston starte
d chuckling and shaking his head. “He seems like a handful. You’ll have to keep your wits about you, or he’s going to have you married in a matter of weeks.”

  “I know, but he’s so cute. What can I do?” I shrugged and casually dodged a piece of garlic bread that went flying toward me. “He’s a bit high-strung, though, as you can see.”

  Reece was just looking back and forth between us, not sure whether Eli’s drama and frustration were more worrisome or my teasing. Finally, he leaned close to Houston, dropping his voice but not bothering to hide what he was going to say. “It’s like they were abducted by aliens or something.”

  Houston nodded. “Agreed. But it’s entertaining.”

  “It’s a little freaky, though.” Reece’s gaze was still going back and forth between us, curious but ignoring Eli’s drama for the moment. “They’re supposed to be yelling at each other, not flirting with Eli trying to get a spanking. Well, that part isn’t out of the ordinary.”

  “Hey, I’m not begging for a spanking.” Eli tried to sound outraged, but it wasn’t believable. The excitement in his eyes gave him away.

  “Oh, but you are. And throwing your food at me has only cemented that.” Turning away from a clearly aroused Eli, I looked toward Houston. “Do you have a guest room or study with a sturdy chair I can use?”

  Reece was back to giving his impression of a goldfish, but Houston chuckled. “Down the hall, first door on the right. The chair should be sturdy enough.”

  “Thank you. Eli, if you would come with me, please.” I kept my tone even, but I knew the heat coming from my eyes betrayed just how turned on I was.

  Eli didn’t even try to argue that he didn’t want a spanking or that he’d behaved. He just stood and nearly purred, he was so turned on. My exhibitionist little brat. Taking Eli’s hand, I gave Houston a nod. “We’ll be right back.”

  As we walked down the hall, I heard Reece. “Are they going to have sex in your office?”

  I pictured Houston’s casual shrug as he started talking. “Quite possibly, but if they leave cum on my desk, I’m going to lose it.”

  Whatever Reece was going to say was abruptly cut off as the sound of kissing followed us down the hall. Houston didn’t seem to care what we’d do in his office. He just didn’t want Reece to worry or us to leave a mess, evidently.

  “You were naughty at the table. After your behavior in the parking garage and teasing me, I think you need a reminder of how a good boy is supposed to behave.” My rough words washed over Eli and seemed to bring a flood of submission. The frustrated sub who hadn’t been getting enough attention, or the right kind of attention, was gone and the sexy sub who was shaking with arousal was back.

  “I…I’m sorry, Sir.” Eli didn’t sound sorry, but it was clear he was trying.

  Opening the door to a small but well-organized office, I guided Eli over to a chair in the corner. It was a sturdy-looking leather one with a high back. The lack of arms made it look almost like it was designed for a dining room table, but it was perfect for my purpose.

  Sitting down, I started to unbutton Eli’s pants with efficient movements that just seemed to turn him on even more. Something about the lack of overt romance and seduction seemed to push his need even closer to the surface.

  When his pants were loose enough that I knew they’d slide down easily, I gave him a firm look. “Over my lap. I won’t tolerate bad table manners, Brat.”

  I could feel little shivers of excitement and need running through Eli as he shifted and laid himself over my lap. With his head down and ass in the air, I had to fight back the moan that wanted to escape. He was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  Roughly shoving his pants down so they were just below his ass, I bared the tiniest panties I’d ever seen. The scrap of fabric teased up his crack and left his cheeks bare, perfect for a spanking. My little slut.

  Steadying him with one arm wrapped around his waist, I let the other rest on his ass, making slow circles. “They’re going to hear every cry of pain and pleasure, Brat. They’re going to know just what a naughty boy you were and how you’re being punished.”

  Eli let out a low moan as my fingers teased over the dark purple fabric and over his tight little hole. It took a few moments, but finally, he managed to force the breathy, desire-filled words out. “I’m sorry. I was naughty. I understand you have to punish me.”

  Bringing my hand up and down quickly, I loved the way he moaned and the flush of pink that showed the outline of my hand. Not worried about his pain tolerance, I wasn’t going to bother with taking the time to let it build. That would be another night.

  In that moment, I wanted to send Eli flying, and I wanted Reece to hear how turned on Eli was and how much he needed it. I didn’t want there to be any confusion about Eli’s desires and choices. “You were very naughty.”

  Keeping up the steady rhythm of smacks to his arched, quivering ass, I listened to Eli’s moans and told him in beautifully dirty detail how wicked he’d been. When I started talking about the way he’d teased me and how aroused he’d gotten me, I started mixing up the spanking with teasing touches to his ass.

  His needy moans jumped in volume to almost porn-star quality when I pushed the fabric out of the way and started barely fucking his ass with the tip of one finger. It was just enough of a pinch to send him even higher.

  Eli knew enough not to beg for more, but he couldn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure that escaped and the way his body reacted, shaking and arching up to silently plead for more. Pulling out, I roughly gave him several more spanks. “Naughty boy, trying to get me to fuck you harder.”

  Whimpering, Eli tried to stay still, but he was fighting a losing battle. Because it was one he really didn’t want to win. “I think I’m going to have to try something else to get your attention. You’re just focusing on how hard your cock is and how good my dick would feel sliding into you, aren’t you, naughty boy?”

  Surprisingly enough, my stern words only fueled his desire. By the time I brought my fingertip back to his tight pucker and started lightly caressing over it, he was desperate. “Yes, you need something else to remind you how to be a good boy. You want to be my good boy, don’t you, Eli?”

  “Yes…good…please…” The halting words weren’t anywhere close to a full sentence, but they seemed to be all he could manage.

  “Then ask me for more. Ask me for another punishment so I know you want to learn your lesson.” The seductive order was given while I alternated between the light caresses and not-quite-painful spanks to his ass that left him breathless.

  Eli’s head relaxed down even lower, and he offered his ass up. “Please, Sir. Please. Good.”

  Incredible.

  And damn it, I didn’t have my camera.

  I was going to have to learn to bring it everywhere.

  “That’s right. I’m going to show you how to be a good boy.” Removing my hand from his ass while he made needy, low whines, I reached into my pocket carefully. I hadn’t been sure if he’d felt it earlier, but knowing Eli, he wouldn’t have been able to leave it alone if he’d realized what I’d brought with me.

  Pulling out the slim plug and a little packet of lube, I set them on his back. I knew my grin had to look positively wicked. But just imagining how incredible he was going to look made it impossible not to show a reaction. When he heard the lube coming out, his body gave a start, and I let my arm rest against his back.

  “No, don’t move. I’m not done with my boy yet.” The low words were almost dismissive, but I was too turned on for him not to hear it in my voice, and I knew they would just push him even higher.

  The plug was slim and long, designed more to tease his prostate and keep him on edge than stretch him, so getting him ready was easy. I slid one finger in gently while Eli made desperate sounds of pleasure that sounded exactly like he was being fucked.

  When the lube was spread and he was stretched enough that the plug wouldn’t be painful, I reached for the toy again. “You’
re going to think about behaving and what happens to a naughty boy all night. This is going to press against your prostate and help you remember how to behave.”

  And it was going to keep him right on the edge of insanity. But he already knew that.

  Beautiful sounds spilled out of him as the plug slowly entered him. By the time it was seated, he was breathing hard and fighting to be still. When I gave the plug a little tap and nudged it so it would press against the bundle of nerves, he almost came off the chair.

  My sensitive brat.

  “Alright. I think they’ve waited for us long enough. Stand up so we can go finish dinner.” I’d been promised peach cobbler. Eli moaned in more frustration than pleasure, but he forced his body to obey the order.

  Letting my hand caress over his reddened cheeks as he stood, I gave his hard cock a heated look. “If you’re very good, I might let you come later.”

  He pouted as I straightened his clothes, finally finding his voice. “But I thought you were going to come home with me tonight. That’s what you said.”

  “Oh, I’m going to go back to your house tonight, and I’m going to fuck you as hard as you want, Brat.” Letting my fingers wander over the plug, I brushed over it firmly enough to make him gasp. “But I never said anything about you getting to orgasm.”

  As I smoothed his pants over his erection and finally hid his body from view, I didn’t make any effort to avoid his desperate cock. “If you want to feel cum shooting out of your dick while I pound into you, I expect better behavior.”

  Eli’s eyes took on a wild, frantic look. Reaching for his face as I stood, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Do you understand, Brat?”

  He gave me a slow nod, nearly lost in the submission and desire that was flowing through him. “I’ll be good.”

  After thoroughly enjoying tucking in his shirt and making sure he was presentable, I took his hand and we went back out to Reece and Houston. The table was clean and they were sitting on the couch, Reece perched on Houston’s lap, kissing like they were trying to climb inside each other.

  Leading Eli over to an overstuffed chair, I sat and urged him down onto my lap. I wanted to keep him close so I could remind him why he wanted to be good. Houston finally released Reece’s mouth and gave us a questioning look.