It’s up there with the delicious flinch that wracks Hannah’s body and the whimper that comes tumbling out of her lips.

Equal measures delight and surprise. ‘List.’

Crack.

‘Your.’

CRAck..

‘Transgressions.’

CRACK…

It’s addictive, the biting sting on his palms, her flinch as she’s trying to clean.

She shuffled on her hands and knees, looks as if she doesn’t know whether to clean or stay still.

Instinct drives him to his knees behind her ass, now turning a shade of pink. To glide his fingertip ever so gently along the length of her slit.

Surprise shoots through his mind at the revelation that she’s utterly fucking soaking.

And then surprise at the surprise: He knows she’s a little pain slut for him.

After all, they brought it out of each other in the beginning of their relationship - him the sadist, her the masochist. They encouraged each other, supported each other’s beast. A throaty chuckle rumbles in his throat.

‘My, my. Your little cunt is eager. Shall I—?’ CRACK.

He strikes her across her cunt.

Relishes how her chest rises and falls as she cries out in a moan.

‘List. Your. Transgressions, little brat.’

Hannah gets to work mopping up the coffee, breasts swaying with the movement of her hands.

‘I went against my Master’s orders. I shouldn’t have. I wore my favorite toy. I shouldn’t have.’

‘This toy?’

Kevin grips the toy in her ass and slowly draws it out. He spots the involuntary convulsion that ripples across her body, from her bare feet to the goosebumps climbing her neck.

‘Fuck….Y-yes, Sir.’

Her ass winces around the toy, the greedy thing. Trying to take all of it, trying to take it out of his control.

‘Why did you?’

All of this leaves him in a frenzy he’s barely hanging onto. His cock needs to be freed. It throbs with a terrible (delicious) pulse that only she can quell.

‘I wanted to be bad.’

‘Did you? I see that. Want more of this toy, do you?’

‘Mmhmm…’

‘Excuse me?’

Mmhmm is up there along with answering a question with ‘What?’ Or ‘Huh?’ as his pet peeve as a Dom.

‘Yes, Sir.’

CRACK.

He smacks her other ass cheek. Once. Twice.

A third time. Gotta even it out for her.

The ghost of his hand lingers on her, painting her pale skin pink.

He moves around to her front and watches her clean up the rest of his coffee.

‘Who do you belong to?’

Her eyes are wide but downcast, focused on the task at hand. She licks her lips.

‘You, Master.’ Kevin kneels down.

‘Make no mistake. I own your pretty ass.’

He picks up an ice cube, trails it across her lips. Hannah parts her mouth as if it’s his cock she’s taking in.

But Kevin moves on, taking his time.

Letting it leave its mark across her shoulder blades.

Relishing how her back arches at its kiss. He can’t stop the chuckle that comes as she flinches as he draws the ice down around her ass.

Around the toy.

‘Goodness. Do you want to fuck this?’ A moan gurgles in her throat.

‘You poor, needy thing! But you can’t!’

He slips the cube down along her slit, careful to space out the chill.

‘Keep cleaning.’

Hannah tries but fails. She’s grinding her ass back into the cube, no doubt chasing the thrill.

Kevin tosses it aside. ‘Finish up and come with me.’