I shove him hard at the shoulders, forgetting the newfound strength that comes with being a demon. He goes flying against my wall, making a Dax shaped imprint into the drywall.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He stands up from the dusty drywall smirking.

“Your ass is gonna pay for that one, pet. How do you want it?” I tug on my skirt, not knowing what to say exactly. His hand wraps around my neck. I watch as his pupils dilate as he looks over my body. “Do you want me to put this perfect body over my knee and spank you? Bend you over the bed? Maybe I should have you stand in the corner, ass out, just waiting for my hand. That will teach you not to push me. The anticipation of when I’ll touch you will have you shaking and wet, wanting me. Won’t it, pet?”

“Your lap,” I reply.

“Excellent choice,” he says. Taking a seat on my bed, he slides back, grabs a pillow, and places it to his left. I go to follow him and he tsks. “Too many clothes, strip.”

I do just that, not breaking eye contact with him. I need this so bad and he knows it. Admitting that I’ve been struggling lately is hard for me, and I know how he can make me feel, what kind of mindset he can put me in, and I crave it. I need him. If these two weeks have proven anything, it’s that Dax is the man I need in my life. His patience is astounding, his care for me is otherworldly, and I know what it is, but it’s hard to voice it. It’s too soon.

My shirt and bra are off. I slide my skirt down and toss it at Dax. He gives me his crooked cocky smile before I slide off my panties and place them in his palm. As he did the first night in my living room, he brings them to his face and sniffs before grabbing my forearm and leading me over his lap. Placing my head on the pillow he placed there for me. I won’t lie, the configuration is comfortable.

“Do you remember your safe word?” I nod my head and he swats my ass. “Words, pet.”

“Planchette,” I say.

“Good girl,” he replies, his hands kneading my ass cheeks. Not hard, but it’s a warning nonetheless about what’s to come.

“I’ve missed this ass,” he says. As his hand leaves my cheek and quickly descends back down on my flesh. I groan and jerk in his lap, my hands moving to protect my ass. I don’t remember him hitting me that hard last time. “Ah, ah. I can’t have you hurting my sweet little witch’s hands.”