A Real Page Turner by Rita Lawless Page B

narrow, so that she could fit more books into the space. Would there be room for a spanking? She wasn’t sure, but it was certainly fun to think about.
    “April?”
    “Yes?” She glanced over at him.
    “Yes, Sir,” he corrected her.
    “Yes, Sir?”
    “Was that a question? Do you think I need to be called Sir, or do you know it?”
    “I know it?” Damn, she knew her tone of voice was wrong the minute the words were out of her mouth. “I mean, I know it, I know it.”
    She felt as if she might wither under his gaze. Finally, he said, “Do you? Because it sure doesn’t sound like it to me.”
    She loved the authoritative sound of his voice. It was one of her favorite parts of being a sub. Her breath caught at that thought. She wasn’t really a sub. She played at it with Tom, but she’d never really felt like one with him. It was just a game.
    It wouldn’t be that way with Titan. Once she gave in to him tonight, took him inside her after he’d reddened her ass, she would be a sub again, a true sub who submitted to a Master who locked a collar around her neck.
    “Stand up.”
    Once she was on her feet, April took up the position that her former Dom had taught her. She spread her legs, clasped her hands behind her back and bowed her head.
    “I’m not really sure your heart is in this,” he said, sounding as if he were bored.
    “It is, Sir. I promise.”
    “You want to prove it to me? Do you have a hairbrush? One that I can use on your tender buttocks.”
    “Yes.”
    “Go and get it.”
    April hurried out of the room. When she and the ex had been together, she’d used to search for things he could use to spank her with. One time, at a craft show, she’d come across a woodworker who made beautiful hairbrushes.
    She’d bought two of them, one with a large back, the other with a smaller one. She and the ex had split before they could use either of them, and she’d put them in a drawer, where they’d been ever since.
    Now, she pulled them out. They’d been put away for some time now, but they still seemed to glisten as she held them up. Which one should she take him, the big one, or the little one? They both had their good points. She imagined giving him one of them, seeing the look on his face.
    But which one? Maybe she should let him decide. She grasped one in either hand, and started back to the living room. She’d let Titan pick which one they would use, and she would savor his choice.
    While she’d been gone, he’d picked up the remnants of their dinner. He sat in the middle of the sofa, his expression dour.
    April showed him what she’d brought. “I wasn’t sure which one you’d want to use.”
    “Has anyone ever used one of these on you?”
    “No, Sir.” He cocked his head just a little, and she knew what he was thinking. She quickly told him how she’d bought them, and then stuffed them in a drawer.
    “Good.” He relaxed into the cushions, crossing his foot over his knee. “Take off your clothes.”
    He didn’t have to tell her twice. But, as always, she took them off slowly, folding each article of clothing and carefully placing them on the table in the spot recently vacated by the pizza box. When she was naked, she assumed the same position as before.
    “You show great aptitude,” he commented. “There are some things we need to work on, obviously, but the structure is there. We just need to build on it. Come over my knee.”
    April settled herself into place, her body pulsing with need. She was already soaking wet, and her nipples were tight and needy. She knew she should not be giving of herself so freely so soon in their relationship. But something about him made her want to stay in this position forever, to let him redden her ass, and then to feel his fingers stray between her legs and make her explode.
    “I want to make sure we’re both on the same road,” he said. “I’m going to spank your ass, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
    April shivered.
    “Do you