Indebted

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Atticus and Esti locked down the front door together. Shedding their coats, letting them fall to the floor. Locking every single door except the bedchamber, until once they were safely there, locking that door behind them as well. Esti felt full of life, and energy. Her whole body felt like it had come alive when she let go and let her body move with the music. The thunderous base in her chest. The beat so loud it couldn't be ignored. The crowd pulsed around her.

Esti was high on her first club experience, full of more exquisite food than she had ever had, and she was a little drunk. Her drink had never gone empty at the restaurant, and she had two more at the club. "Is this what it feels like to be human?" Esti asked, a dreamy smile on her lips, cheeks flushed, eyes shining. Her hair was no longer sleek, the curls and waves that had been so expertly placed had fallen out of sync with each other, her part no longer straight, fly aways and frizz like a halo around her head from the walk in the now damp night air.

She was radiant. The glow on her cheeks, the tan on her skin, her dark hair and amber eyes that were bright even in the dark of night. That gown was sin on her body. Esti was a vision of temptation Atticus was helpless to resist.

Atticus stalked a slow circle around his mate. Admiring her from every angle. Esti, played along, standing perfectly still, hands by her sides. Standing as still as she could manage while she was tipsy on her heels, and her eyes wanted to follow Atticus as he prowled around her. Atticus finished his slow, walk around her, catching a near mischievous flicker in Esti's eyes, as she made direct contact with Atticus, and whispered, "Sir." Testing his control as his cock jumped to full attention in his well tailored pants.

It didn't matter how well Atticus tried to control himself, Esti could see into his heart and knew how she affected him. How much power she had. Secretly, in her bed, alone on cold nights with the wind whistling through the eaves of the cabin on Grand Manan, this was what Esti had dreamed of. The moment Atticus would take her body and make it sing. Take control, let her submit to him knowing he would only treat her right.

"Sir?" Esti asked again. Wanting him to take control. To tell her what to do. She had a taste of letting go when she had finally let her body feel music at Muse. She knew Atticus could give her so much more. She wanted more.

Atticus took a deep breath. "Tell me what you want Esti." Atticus resumed walking an arc around her. Slow, measured steps. Coming to a stop directly behind Esti. His body close enough to hers that she could feel the heat of his dragon on her bare skin. He leaned close, his hands moving his hair to one side, exposing his claim on her body. His mark on her skin. Esti could feel his breath on her shoulder, the sensitive mark making her knees weak.

Esti's lips parted as her body shivered. She wanted more. The anticipation, desire, the burning need she felt for him"I want sir to make me feel good." She said low. Glad he was behind her, and couldn't see how red her face was. She didn't think she had ever once said anything so sexual out loud. Ever.

Atticus watched the blush on her cheeks travel along her skin, coloring her jaw down her throat even over her shoulders. Atticus smiled to himself. Watching her skin glow from asking so sweetly for him. Atticus could not wait to spend a lifetime exploring her body and learning her limits, what made her gasp, what made her toes curl. What made her scream. Wanted to paint portraits of her when she reached her peak.

Atticus began to inch the zipper down Esti's back. Relishing this chance to reveal her skin, the delicate shape of her shoulder blades. The curve where her back met her full behind. Esti shimmied in place, the shoulder straps of her gown falling down her arms, the dress flowing like down her body to puddle around her ankles.

Oh Gods above and below, Atticus thought he had been tempted before, when she was dressed in the stunning designer gown. Now she was standing there, nude thigh high stockings only apparent once she was nearly naked. The tops of each stocking had contrasting black lace, to match the impossibly small panty and matching bustier she had been wearing under the dress all evening.

He wasn't sure what he had been expecting her to wear underneath her gown this evening. Reality was better than anything he could have dreamed. Atticus stepped in front of Esti. "You are so beautiful." He whispered to her.

Esti smiled shyly up at him. "Thank you, sir." Esti said. Knowing full well how the simple phrase affected Atticus. She liked this power. Would like it more if he would finally put his hands on her body. "Touch me sir." Esti said. Boldly. She had waited so long. She didn't want slow any longer. She needed action.

Atticus snapped out of his adoration, and back into the moment. "Hands on the foot on the bed, ass up Esti." Atticus commanded. Loving every second as he watched her jump to obey his command with a thrilled smile on her lips. Stepping out of the puddle of her dress, leaving the small heels on as she did exactly as he had requested.

Atticus let Esti squirm for a scant few seconds. Vulnerable and waiting for him. Taking his time to enjoy the view she made for him. Prowling silently until he was right behind Esti. His hands on her hips, his pant covered erection pressed against the god damn perfect swell of her ass. Leaning down over her body to kiss her shoulder, near his mark. Loving how she shivered any time the mark was stimulated.

Atticus smiled to himself against the skin of Esti's back. Atticus kissed her shoulder again. Another beautiful little shiver went through Esti's body. "How do you want me to touch you?" Teasing her skin, with the lightest brush of his finger tips over the curves of her hips and thighs. Esti wriggled, trying to press back against him. Wanting more.

Already knowing she wanted more than the feather light touches."You want more?" Atticus purred, "Do you need a spanking?" His nose in her hair, scenting all of her. Letting the heady scent of her arousal fill his lungs and heart.

Esti nodded her head over the bed. "Words Esti, I need to hear it." Atticus reminded her.

Atticus scented a fresh bloom of her arousal in the air. "Sir, I want to feel that. Please spank me?" Again Atticus watched the blush color her skin, needing to wait for the flush to travel to where he could see. Soon, he would see her blush while she was facing him and know how far down her chest and past the swell of her breast the color could travel.

Atticus filled his lungs with the scent of her one last time before standing straighter, no longer leaning his erection into her body. "Ready?" He asked her. Esti nodded, before remembering she would need to use her words, and said yes sir once again.

Without waiting for anyone to change their mind. Atticus brought his hand down on the roundest part of Esti's ass. "Count for me Esti." Atticus commanded her.

"One." Esti moaned. "Thank you sir." It wasn't fair to Atticus and his already faltering sense of control that Esti was behaving like a near perfect submissive. He moved quickly to land a second spanking on the opposite side. Watching as a perfect red imprint of his hand bloomed on her skin from the first spanking. Atticus heard another low sound like a purr "Two.Thank you sir." Esti spoke as her ass wriggled back, seeking Atticus. Wanting to feel more of him. Needing him. She wanted everything with Atticus, she hadn't expected to enjoy the spanking as much as she was.

The rush waiting for the slap of his hand lightning fast against her skin. The sharp bite for only a moment and the warm glow afterwards. It was so simple and so satisfying. Esti was soon wavering on her toes, her knees feeling weak, her sex pulsing with need, her honey running down her thighs.