Page 30 of A Gold Medal in Love

“Can I just be a basic bitch and do the water and a cuddle? Maybe hear some nice things, too?” Imani inquires.

“We can definitely start there, and always add whatever works as we go,” I nod in agreement. “When would you like to begin? We don’t need to rush.”

“We literally do. The games are half over,” she argues.

I grin. “We’re still not going to rush.”

“Okay, but like… I want to start right now. That’s why I was splayed out on the floor. But I guess you’re like, turned off now or whatever?” Imani folds her arms.

“Cupcake, if you don’t think that made me absolutely feral for you, you’re dead wrong,” I say so slowly as for her to hear every word I utter. I push her onto her back and crawl over her, my hair being kept blessedly out of the way in a shower-fresh pile on the top of my head.

“Can you let your hair down, too? I like it like that.” She eyes the dark blond bun.

“No, not right now. And lesson one: we’re in scene as of this moment. That means you don’t speak unless spoken to. There will be punishments for disobeying rules. You may speak to answer, and only to answer.” I demand.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I grab her chin roughly. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir,” Imani says with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“I like it when you’re a good girl for me, Cupcake. Can you be a good girl for your Sir?” I question her, and before allowing her to answer, I give in to my baser instincts and swallow her words up in a kiss. Imani opens for me immediately, and the kiss is hungry, hot, and just a little desperate on both of our parts. The tension between us is high and liable to snap at any moment. Luckily for both of us, I’m about to spank her until she’s begging at my feet. At the moment, though, I want to worship her mouth with mine.

I pull away from her, leaving her gasping for air. “I asked you a question, Imani.”

“That’s not fair, you distracted me,” she whines.

I can’t help but grin. “What was lesson number one?”

“You’re shitting on my dick right now. You made me do that!” She argues.

I put my hands around her dainty hips and flip her over, pulling her skirt and panties down to expose her beautiful flesh. “Lesson number two: you’re going to count for me.”

“Sir! This is bullshit!” She sputters in outrage.

“You’re earning more with each piece of backtalk,” I warn, and then land a light spank onto her shapely ass.

“That’s it? One,” she pronounces with affected boredom.

“Goddamn, I love a brat. I haven’t had this much fun in a while, Cupcake,” I say out loud before landing a second blow with a little more force.

“Two,” she drawls out.

Smack.

“Three,” she announces with a touch of surprise.

Smack.

“Four!” she squeaks.

“What’s your color, Cupcake?” I stop to verify, having progressively amped up the level of force I’m utilizing.

“Very, very, green, Sir,” she assures me, squirming.

Smack.

“I think you take impact a little better than you had expected to, hm?” I posit.