“So this is the way you want to play it?” I say. “You can’t run now. Time for your punishment. I’ve got you cornered.”

I slap the belt against my leg.

“You know you’ve been bad. From now on, you have to call me Master.”

“How about from now on you call me Master,” she throws back at me.

An image of Lila handcuffing me to the bed floats through my brain.

“Okay,” I say with a shrug. “Want to do that now? I’m game if you are.”

Laughter spills out of her, and she tries to make a run for it.

“You suck at this so bad, Sam.”

I crawl over the bed and grab her. Wrapping both arms around her chest, I attempt to drag her back down onto the bed with me. She struggles wildly, using all of her strength to fight against me. I’m being careful not to hurt her.

“Damn, woman! You’re strong. Like one of those giant cage-fighter women or something.”

She’s struggling with me and my cock is throbbing. We’re both breathing hard and it’s all I can do to keep a grip on her. Any moment now, I’m expecting her to pull some crazy martial art shit and knock me off my ass. I wouldn’t put it past her to be able to do it. Underestimating her is always a mistake.

“Sam,” she gasps. “Let me go, right now.”

I tighten my arms around her lush breasts. They’ve grown bigger in a week’s time if that’s possible. I want to nuzzle my face between them.

“Nope. You’re a bad girl, Lila. Call me Master.”

“No! Never!”

I drag her across my lap so that her body is lying facedown and her head is hanging down.

“I mean it!” she says, her arms flailing wildly. “Turn me loose. I didn’t know you were into BDSM.” She tries to swat me and misses.

I chuckle and jerk her shorts down. Bright red lacy panties cover her beautiful ass.

Fuck! How I love a woman in red.

“I’m not into BDSM, sweetheart,” I say. “I don’t even know what it stands for, so why don’t you tell me.”

“If you don’t know, I’m sure as hell not telling you,” she yells with her head hanging upside down off the edge of the bed.

Is she really mad?

I can’t tell for sure. Guess I’ll find out. I toss the belt onto the floor.

“Whoops! I dropped the belt.”

I would never touch her beautiful skin with a belt, even while playing. I’ve been on the bad side of belts too many times in my life. I rub my hand in a circular motion across the silky red panties covering her ass.