Page 46 of Security and Submission
Oh, he wanted to spank her sassy ass so badly.
The bald jokes didn’t bother him—he was used to those, and he liked the way he looked—but he could see the mischief glinting in her eye. She was a sassy little brat when she allowed that side of her to shine through. He liked it. It also made his palm itch.
But he wasn’t sure that was on the table.
At some point, they were going to need to discuss exactly what was on the table, but right now, he was going to let her have her fun. He got the feeling that, like the sweatpants, this wasn’t a side of her that many people got to see, and he was enjoying that.
Plus, it felt good. The mask, not her on his lap, although that felt good, too.
Zeus ran his hands up and down her thighs. The fabric of the sweatpants moved with his hands, but not enough to hinder him. He felt her little shiver as he caressed her legs, teasing her in a very different way than she was teasing him. The little pink tip of her tongue stuck out between her lips, touching the top one, as she made a circular motion on the top of his head, spreading the clay evenly across his skin.
It did feel surprisingly good. And he liked watching her doing it.
“This better not turn my head green or something,” he warned.
“Would I do that to you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve already seen you steal a dog. Who knows what else you might get up to.” He slid his hands up to her hips, pushing the hem of her t-shirt up. Brushing bare skin with his fingers, he immediately stopped.
Teasing was one thing, but he waited to see how she would react before he kept going.
Her cheeks turned even pinker, and she steadily did not look him in the eye.
“All done,” she said. “And I promise it won’t turn your head green. If you can trust the word of a dognapper.”
Zeus chuckled.
“Since you brought her back, I suppose I can.” His thumbs caressed her sides.
The front of his pants was already uncomfortably tight and became even more so as she squirmed on top of him. He was tempted to try to kiss her now, face mask or no face mask, but she wasn’t done with her evening yet.
“Is it your turn now?” he asked.
“Yes, but I’ll do my own,” she said, shaking her head as she got up from his lap.
Since he didn’t have an objection, he followed her to the bathroom to see how she did her own. When he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror, he barked out a surprised laugh. He looked ridiculous.
Yas grinned at him in the mirror, her eyes looking over her shoulder at his reflection.
“You look very… spa-like,” she said somberly.
“Should I go cut up some cucumber slices to complete the look?”
A furry body pressed against the back of his legs, and he reached down to give Tiger a pat. The nosy dog was trying to see what was going on in the bathroom and why the humans were both in the tiny room.
“Not necessary, unless you want to try to reduce puffiness around your eyes. I didn’t notice any, though.” She winked at him before she started to put the goop on her own skin.
It was rather fascinating watching her. She was clearly very practiced at it, the little plastic scoop moving in smooth, rapid strokes that quickly covered her entire face, leaving the area around her eyes clear. It was almost hypnotic to watch.
Zeus wondered if people had skin care kinks the same way they had foot fetishes. Not that it turned him on to watch her do this exactly… but he liked watching her more than he would have thought. Maybe it was Yas-specific interest. He’d always liked watching a woman get dressed or undressed, but this wasn’t quite like that, either.
“There,” she said, giving herself a little nod as she turned her face back and forth to make sure she had full coverage. Then she seemed to steel herself, putting her shoulders back, before meeting his gaze in the mirror again, as if she was worried he would suddenly be looking at her differently. “All done.”
Zeus met her gaze evenly.
“Now what?” he asked
“Now we let it sit for about fifteen minutes before we wash it off.” She turned to face him directly, which seemed to be another act of bravery. There was less worry in her eyes now, though. Since he hadn’t run screaming into the night, she seemed to feel as if she could trust him not to now. “Which is not enough time to watch another episode, though we could start one…”
