Come Play With Me Again: A Mischief Erotica Collection

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‘I thought that was you.’

I looked up from my glass of Cabernet and my heart stopped. OK, not really stopped, but it did do that floppy thing it does that reminds me of a fish flailing on land.

‘Michael,’ I said, barely able to push his name out.

He sat on the high bar stool beside me and other parts of my body responded this time. I shifted in my seat and tried to take a deep breath to regulate my pulse.

‘How are you, Claire?’ He put his big hand on mine and my breath froze in my lungs. Five years had passed since we parted ways and somehow his touch still rocked me.

‘Fine.’ It came out in a near whisper. I managed to remember my manners. ‘And you?’

‘Well, I was just thinking about you the other night,’ he said.

‘Why?’ I blurted it before I could stop myself.

‘I was travelling. The ocean reminded me of you. And a bout of … stress release led to more thoughts of you.’ He cocked one dark eyebrow and the stirrings inside me turned me inside out. I wasn’t just shifting now, I was wet.

‘I see.’ It was the cleverest thing I could think to say.

‘So what about you? You still with tall, dark, and boring?’ He waved at the bartender, pointed to my wine and held up two fingers. As usual, his demand was met with an inclined head and a hurried step.

‘Be nice,’ I said. ‘Paul wasn’t so bad. He loved me.’

‘I loved you too.’

‘But a lot of us was … sex,’ I finished weakly. I’d been wooed by a more stable, ‘normal’ relationship five years ago. I’d die before I admitted that within six months I was crawling out of my skin. A kind, loving man was wonderful, but when you’re a bad girl, turned on, and you wanted – no, craved – a spanking and couldn’t get one, it was maddening.

‘How terrible,’ he said, utterly straightfaced. Then his face crinkled as he laughed.

When Michael laughs, women’s panties practically dissolve at the sound.

‘You never answered my question, Claire.’ He traced my fingers with one fingertip and a shiver worked through me. My mind went blank. Question? What question?

‘Paul …’

‘Oh, Paul!’ Then I let out a high little laugh as if I’d utterly forgotten who Paul was. ‘No. We’re not together any more. He was nice. Great. But there was something missing.’

Michael accepted our drinks from the bartender, laid a bill on the bar and leaned in to whisper in my ear. ‘Was it excitement? Was excitement missing?’ His broad finger traced my hand again and a thud of heat hit me, coursed through me and blossomed in my nether regions. ‘Maybe a good spanking? Or … ooooh, a good cropping? Time at the end of his belt? Being bound to his bed with silk scarves?’

I snorted with laughter then, mortifying myself.

‘That laugh says Paul wouldn’t know what to do with a silk scarf beyond putting it around your neck to accent your outfit.’

The heat that had invaded my body crept up into my face. ‘He was fine.’

‘And now he’s gone.’

‘And now he’s gone,’ I echoed.

‘Then come home with me. Play with me. I’ve missed you. Everything that can be even remotely dirty reminds me of you.’

I opened my mouth to say no but instead I said, ‘Tonight?’

He sipped his wine and tipped me a wink. ‘No time like the present, and all that.’

I meant to shake my head no but instead I nodded. ‘OK.’

He rubbed his hands together and laughed. ‘Fabulous.’ When he smiled his eyes crinkled at the corners, their darkness accented by the dim bar lights. He brushed a hand through his short black hair and sighed contentedly. ‘What’ll it be, then? Spanking? Cropping? Paddling? Bondage? What’s your pleasure, Claire?’

I wanted to say, ‘All of the above,’ but one of them in particular made my heart leap in my chest. ‘Spanking,’ I said, so softly I wasn’t sure he heard.

‘Is that what he denied you? A good ass-reddening? Stupid man.’

‘It wasn’t in his nature.’

‘Lucky for you, it is in mine. I’ve been dreaming of that ass of yours for a very long time. Wondering if I’d ever see it grow cherry red under my hand ever again.’

A rush of wetness invaded my knickers and I sighed. ‘Drink your drink,’ I almost growled. ‘So we can go.’

He nudged me with an elbow. ‘Bossiness earns you at least ten blows right out of the gate.’

I tried not to smile and resisted the temptation to boss him some more.

When we left, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, just like the old days. He steered me towards the front door.

‘Why were you here?’ I asked. ‘I had a work thing. Everyone had left. But you—’

‘I also had a work thing. But in the main banquet room. Fate seems to have plans for us,’ he said and chuckled.

Somehow that made it even more enticing. A happenstance meeting after all these years.

Outside the door he curled himself against me and whispered, ‘Ride with me or follow?’

I’d been to his house more times than I could count. Shared a bed with him even more times than that. I didn’t hesitate. ‘Ride with you.’

‘Come along then …’

I could see him smiling under the streetlamps. He looked like a wolf who’d just bagged a sheep, and I needed to take a deep breath and steady my wobbling knees. I was more than happy to be his sheep.

‘I’m parked way at the back. The parking lot’s cleared out a lot since I arrived.’

We walked into the cold wind, my heels clacking on the macadam. Every step worked me up more. By the time we reached his black SUV I was so wet and so hot the wind didn’t bother me. I should have seen it coming. Michael never was big on patience when he had his mind set on something. He walked me to the passenger door, hit the key fob to unlock the vehicle. But before I could reach for the handle to get in, he pushed me so my belly was against the cold, dark metal and flipped my skirt up, exposing my barely clad ass to the cold night air.