Darkest Desires

Aftercare (Trial #10 Complete)

Connie hissed when he pressed his hand against her butt. "Oof, that smarts!" She giggled.

Steven was too busy admiring the single handprint he'd left when he got carried away. On her dark skin it was hard to see, but he had keen eyes and could see the very slightest of color difference only enhanced by the redness surrounding it. "This is art."

"You look like a kid in a candy store," She teased and wiggled it.

"I am a kid in a candy store." His lips brushed against her skin. "You're so cute."

She blushed at the slight whine to his voice and huffed, "Shut up and kiss my ass."

His lips moved from her and after a moment of psyching herself up she met his eyes. She didn't know how she could feel the temperature of his gaze, but it was lukewarm. Half cold with irritation, half warm with playful adoration. "Now you don't get healed. Now you get to stay like this."

"Rude!" She exclaimed, trying to hold back a grin. "You've gotta! That's the rules!"

He denied her with a shake of his head. "Nuh-uh. I make the rules. And right now, I don't think you want to be healed as much as I want to watch you struggle to sit all day."

And so, he did. It amused him greatly to watch her walk differently than he was accustomed to. Confident, balanced steps became a slight shuffle as she tried to move around their house freely out of spite. But to his chagrin, she avoided sitting, even on his lap.

He had just poured himself a coffee and was enjoying that fluffy feeling of intense enjoyment when she sauntered up to him on the other side of the island. A long sip was had before he addressed her. "Can I help you?"

"My butt hurts," She pouted.

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Sounds like a personal problem. I should spank you again for being smart with me earlier." She couldn't even stop her eyes from lighting up with excitement. "But I think you'd enjoy that too much. I also think you were hoping I'd spank you again when you bratted so boldly at me. I could've held you down and put another handprint on the other cheek if I so pleased."

Her cheeks turned crimson and she crossed her arms humorously. "You're no fun!"

"I'm having plenty of fun." Just as he took another sip she plopped down onto the stool, somehow forgetting about her tender bottom.

She howled, shooting back up immediately and he spewed coffee all over himself as he crowed at her misfortune. Her face got even darker with embarrassment and she grinned sarcastically. "That is so not funny."

He couldn't speak, he could barely clean up his mess. The only available response was more laughter, heartier and fuller until tears were streaming down his face.

A quick hand reached out and wiped one away, sticking it in her mouth while he tried to contain himself.

"Nice going hotshot, you got coffee all over the counters." She stuck her tongue out at him and he finally hummed the last of his giggles.

He admired his beautiful future wife, the love in his heart seeping into his voice. "You do realize that the more you talk shit, the more likely it is that I'm going to spank you again and tie you up sitting down, right?"

And as always, his competitive, masochistic girlfriend rose to the challenge. "Oh, I plan on it."