when she considered how long it took her to open up to the horrible ex.
“I gotta go.” She vaulted off the couch, heading for the door.
“April,” he called out. “Stay and do as I suggested. You should call Misty. I’ll call downstairs and have your purse brought up, since I’m sure that’s where your phone is.”
He was right; that’s where it was. Would talking to Misty make her feel better? More than likely. But she was also pretty sure she knew what her friend would say. Misty was a risk-taker. She enjoyed the rush that came from trying new things, even with men she’d just met.
Titan had asked April about her one-night stands. She’d told him there had been zero. The same couldn’t be said for Misty. Her friend reveled in being with men she’d just met.
“Can we just talk?” April looked to where he sat on the couch. Her gaze was drawn to his hands, large hands that she was sure would deliver powerful slaps on her ass, ones that would make her want more.
“Would you like me to have some tea brought up? Or maybe a soda?”
“Diet soda,” April said. She watched as he put his phone to his ear.
When he was done, he indicated the sofa. “Sit back down.”
He smiled at her as she followed his instructions. April ran her hands down the fabric of her skirt. The palms of her hands were clammy.
“Your nipples are hard,” he observed. “Why is that?”
Because of the way you’re studying me. “Because I’ve thought about being spanked all day. They’ve been hard since I closed up the shop.”
“Shop?”
“I own a used book store.” She cleared her throat. “And you?”
“I don’t,” he responded with a wicked smile. April couldn’t help but laugh.
“Then what do you do?” April’s gaze darted to the door as it opened. A sub dressed in a corset and nothing else came in with a tray. There were two drinks on it. April took her soda after Titan had been served his.
The woman left without saying a word. When she was gone, Titan said, “I spank women. I do other things to make a living, of course, but my main passion is reddening a woman’s ass, a woman that likes it. And you like it, April.”
“Yes,” she confirmed. April had long since come to terms with her need for spanking. She didn’t care if people thought she was weird. She didn’t shout it from the rooftops, or announce it at family reunions, but she didn’t deny it, either.
“And you and Tom have never had sex.” She watched Titan take a pull from his drink.
“No.” She followed his lead and took a drink from her glass.
“Not even a blowjob after a particularly rousing ass whipping?”
“No.” She took another sip.
“That’s surprising.” Titan stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. “Has he even spanked your pussy?”
“No.” She took yet another drink. “We kept things…”
“Ass spanking only?” he finished with a chuckle.
“Yes.” April kept her gaze on the door. She didn’t want him to see that the thought of him spanking her pussy was very tantalizing.
“Pity.” He got up, his drink in one hand, the crop, that had been resting on the floor, in the other. For a minute, April tensed. She breathed a little sigh of relief when he walked to the cabinet where the toys were kept. He pulled it open with the hand that held the crop.
After he put the implement away, he crossed back to the couch and sat down. “Something tells me you’d enjoy it.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” she shot back.
“Oh, but I do.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “I know you’re the type of woman that needs to be dominated, sexually, but you’re afraid to let go totally, so you give in to one urge, but you have to control where it goes. You have to set the time, and the place, and when someone tries to take it further, you turn them down.”
April didn’t say anything, because Titan was right. She’d never thought about it that way