If she were mine, which she is not. But if she were, and even if she needed to be dominated as a little with no aspect of sex involved, I still wouldn’t be able to share her. I’d move mountains to make sure I could give her what she craved without her needing something from other people.
Several people gather around Eve and Owen before he nods that direction.
“Why are so many people watching? They haven’t done anything yet,” I whisper.
“They know what’s going to happen. They want to watch. It’s like a performance.”
I draw in a deep breath and release it slowly as we merge with the crowd. My gaze takes in everything. There’s a spanking bench in the center of a matted area. It’s simple. Nothing more than a padded place for the recipient to put their knees with a second padded platform for them to lean their upper body over.
Owen and Eve are done talking. He’s standing near her, his brows furrowed, rubbing his chin.
“They’re starting,” Davis murmurs.
I’m not sure how he knows this but I take his word for it.
“What did you say, little girl?” Owen asks.
Eve sticks her tongue out at him, crosses her arms, and stomps her foot. “I said no. I don’t want to go to school today. You can’t make me.”
Even though at least a dozen people have gathered to watch, it’s very quiet around me. A palpable hush.
Owen narrows his gaze further. “Evelyn, that’s enough. I can make you, and I will. The question is, do you want to get in the car now, or would you rather I spank your bottom until you’re convinced?”
I gasp when he calls her Evelyn instead of Eve. I hate it. I should have been prepared for that. Davis told me she lets Daddies call her by her full name, but hearing it coming from Owen makes me cringe.
She humphs dramatically. “I’m not going.”
He steps closer. “I guess that answers my question. You’re going to have a long day explaining to your friends and your teacher about why it hurts every time you sit.” He takes her by the arm and leads her over to the bench.
I can’t breathe. This is nothing like how I play with Eve. It’s completely fabricated. It’s exactly what she told me to expect, but somehow it was hard to imagine since she doesn’t fake her little when she’s with me.
“On your knees, little girl.”
Eve struggles a bit but it’s all for show. Owen eventually lifts her off her feet and sets her on her knees on the padded section. “Lean over.”
She grumbles but obeys him. “Fine.”
Owen presses between her shoulder blades until she relaxes fully against her chest over the bench. It’s angled so that her head is lower than her butt.
My gaze shifts that direction, and I take in the fact that her dress is no longer covering her panties. It can’t. It’s too short. And it doesn’t matter because Owen lifts the hem and pulls it high up her back.
Now I know what’s under that dress. This pair of panties is not like any of the others I’ve seen her wear. They’re plain white cotton. Something about that makes them even sexier.
Eve squirms, but to me, it’s still fake. I’m not sure if her actions seem more authentic to other people, but I’ve been living with this woman for almost a week. Sleeping in her bed. Cooking for her. Holding her on my lap.
I shake the possessive thoughts away. They have no place here. I’m intellectually aware that she’s performing with Owen, nothing more. She’s not attracted to him sexually, and she’s not going to get off from this spanking. At least I sure as fuck hope not.
A slight panic emerges from my depths as I suddenly worry if I’ve inadvertently unleashed something new inside her. Maybe she will get off on Owen’s touch this time. Maybe now that she’s had a taste of submitting sexually she’ll feel those same responses to Owen.
“Down, boy,” Davis whispers. “Seriously.”
I draw in a breath and rein in my impulse to stop this nonsense. It’s not my place. This is what Eve wants, I remind myself. I can’t deny her this. I would never deny her anything. Never mind the possessive instinct I’m feeling. I must shake it off. I have no right to feel the angst I feel right now.
Is she going to enjoy this the same way she did last weekend? Has our time together influenced her in any way? Enough that maybe she won’t be able to get into the scene like she normally would?
I feel like an ass, hoping my latest idea is correct and she hates submitting to Owen tonight. I pray that something has shifted in her over the past week and she doesn’t crave this kind of thing anymore. Or at least that she won’t after tonight.
I’m going to spank her sweet bottom myself later tonight. It’s going to be sexual. She’s going to come hard. Then I’m going to fuck her until neither of us can see straight. I’m so confident that I’m cocky.
Owen smooths a hand over her butt and pulls her panties down to expose the globes. My globes. Jesus. I knew this would be hard, but I’m in over my head.
“You want to walk away?” Davis asks quietly.
I shake my head. I’m going to watch. I’m not a jealous boyfriend. Good God.
I flinch when Owen lands the first swat. He hasn’t even struck her very hard yet. He’s warming up.
She has her legs squeezed together, so no
