Learning a Lesson? (FIC for and possible RP with Edward)
There was something exceptionally dirty about what they were doing. No that that was going to stop either of them. Not when she’d begged for it. Not when she’d tempted and teased and flirted her way into exactly the position she was in.
And what a position it was. Laid across Edward’s lap, her arse up in the air and her head feeling light as all of the blood rushed to it. Well, all of the blood that wasn’t currently turning her bottom bright red as he brought his hand down again firmly.
She managed to hold back most sound, but she did squeak just a little, wiggling against him because of the pain. She knew it was just as much hell for him. After all, she could feel the evidence pressed against her side the more she wiggled. And the wiggling just made him smack again, growling just a little. Which was counterproductive as now she was wiggling more.
“Mrs. Hyde,” he said quietly, and she cold hear the glare in his voice, but that didn’t stop her.
“M-Mr. Hyde,” she said, her voice catching a little.
“Are you crying?” he asked, his voice just on the wrong side of concerned.
“Yes,” she said, burying her face against his leg.
“Good.” His voice was soft, though, and he ran his hand over her (ABUSED, dammit) skin, soothing it just a little. “What did you learn?”
“Not a damn thing, Edward,” she murmured, looking back over her shoulder at him with a smirk, not even caring about the tears.
He laughed softly, bringing his hand down harder. “Wrong answer, Dawna,” he said.
She moaned, glaring at him. “FINE, I learned not to beg you to spank me, how about that, you BEAST?” she asked, but they both knew she wasn’t really angry. Just as they both knew she’d ask again.
His hand came down even harder, and this time she did make a noise. It was somewhere between a shriek and a moan and he moaned quietly, the classic Hyde cool façade slipping just a little.
“Problems, love?” she asked, pressing her cheek into his leg.
He growled softly and shifted her into a sitting position, kissing her hard and pressing his legs up hard against her bottom so she moaned against his lips. “Just my wife,” he said, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Now see? I would have thought this was your real problem,” she said, running her hand down over his trousers, cupping him in her hand and watching him to see his reaction.
“Who says that’s a problem?” he asked with a low laugh.
“Good point,” she smirked.