Page 108 of Necessary Space

“I see you there trying to sneak an orgasm, but you know if you do it that I won’t add it to the tally,” I warned.

“Tally?” He was breathless, already spent.

“It’s been three months since you moved in.” I pushed up to my feet, taking the tawse from the bed and testing the cool leather against his warm skin. “Three months that I’ve been biding my time.”

“Is that what this has been?”

“Hendrix, I have been waiting three months to make you scream for me, so we’re going to see if three orgasms are enough to get me what I want. Alright?”

“Thr…” He trailed off, and I could tell by the waver in his voice that three was going to be four. I knew if I pulled him away, the sheets would be soiled with his cum.

“Three,” I confirmed. “Unless you want to tell me why you think it’s better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission.”

“I couldn’t stop it.” He flattened his cheek against the bed and tried to search me out. I bent lower so he could see me, so he didn’t miss the smile on my face.

“You could have,” I countered, again testing the tawse against his skin.

Hendrix’s eyes rolled back in his head, and I straightened up, ready to strike.

“Three orgasms,” I said again. “But not yet. This is your warm up.”

“I’m old,” he whined. “I don’t have the same control as you.”

“That’s a theory we can test out later,” I promised. “But for now…”

I raised my finger to my lips, shushing him.

He exhaled, whole body quivering as he readied himself for what was coming next. Then I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, doing the same.