Page 103 of Reflex

“Fair enough.”He reached for the switch.The lamplight threw a brassy glow over everything, and banished all the silver-blue shadows to the corners.

Alle could see more of him in the mirror now – narrow hips, broad shoulders, and the swirls of ink hugging his various muscles.The sight of his gold-spun happy trail leading down, down, down, made her grin obscenely.

Spook stopped her gaze from descending too far with a couple of fingers applied to her chin.

“If it’s not the right shade now, you could always warm it,” she suggested cheekily, tilting her hips so that her arse stuck out more.

Couldn’t he see that she just wanted him to do it?Hit her, and then do dirty, dirty things to her backside.She was jittering she was so impatient for it.

“Want and demand.That pretty much sums you up, doesn’t it, Ms Hutton?And after I’ve reddened your arse to the appropriate hue, what then?I suppose you’ll demand that I kiss it too.”

“Oh, would you?”

He choked a little, as he bit back a guffaw.“You’re a bad girl.”

“Hm mm.Be a bad man,” she encouraged.“Punish me for being a crap bootlicker.”

Spook stretched over to the bed, and picked up the hairbrush, which he then turned in his hands as if familiarizing himself with the wood.

“Versatile things, hairbrushes.Nice oval shaped heads.”He smacked it against his palm so it made a percussive clap.“Nice slim polished handles.”

Alle gulped, afraid of where his mind was straying.

“Are you not so convinced about that?”he said into her ear.“It’ll be a lot slimmer than my cock.It’s barely more than finger width in diameter.”

“Splinters,” she blurted.

“Hm.”He nuzzled closer to her neck, breathing hot air onto her skin.“I don’t think there’s any real risk of that.In fact, I don’t think you’ll protest at all once you’ve been properly prepared.”

“Spook,” she squeaked.They should have discussed this.Worked out some rules.Agreed on safe words.All the sensible things responsible adults were supposed to do before engaging in lewd games.

“Traffic lights,” he said, making her blink.“Are you with me?Where are you now?”

Okay.She got it.Thank God his head was screwed on right.

“Yellow.I’m nervous.”

He briefly enclosed her in a hug.His strong arms squeezing her tight.“I’m nervous too, Alle.I feel like goddamned Pandora.Brace yourself.”

He smoothed one hand over her arse, thenwhack.

“Fucking hell!”That was not in any way like the stinging surface swats he’d given her with his hand.The brush back landed with a thud, and rippled into the muscle, leaving behind a much deeper burn.

“Alle?”

“Yellow,” she gasped.“I really want you to fuck me.Even if it’s with the handle of my hairbrush.”

He landed another smack as soon as she finished speaking.Jeezus.It brought tears to her eyes and nearly made her swallow her own tongue.

“Another one,” she said, pre-empting his question.

“It’s okay to call time out, Allegra.”

“No.I want it.One more.”

“As you wish.But know that your ride home tomorrow is going to be bloody uncomfortable.”

Did he have to remind her of that now?“Do it.”