It was dark by the time Faye left work. The boys had already gone home hours ago, having finished up their interview and photoshoot around three o'clock. Faye was left to finish her own business up, but not without one more pressing glance from Alex.

What had gotten into him? It's not like they had spoken about never doing...thatagain, but she felt like some sort of silent agreement had gone through.

Right?

As she drove home she was unsure of what the night held. Alex seemed quite confident earlier, but who knows if that changed in the past six hours. Maybe he finally relieved himself while taking a cold shower. Who knows. But Faye wasn't sure if she was ready to jump back in bed with him just yet. Even though the thought of it had tingles shooting downwards once again.

Did she enjoy that night with Alex? For sure. Had she ever orgasmed like that before? Hell no. Alex took her to a new level of high and she'd be damned if she fell from it.

But at the same time...it's Alex.

Faye shakes her head. Why is she even questioning this? They won't be sleeping together again. She knows it and Alex knows it. He just had a moment of weakness earlier. God knows Faye has had them.

With that thought in mind, Faye pulls into the parking lot of the grocery store about a half-mile from the apartment. If Alex was still waiting up for her, which was doubtful since he stayed up all last night reading about space on the internet, he could wait a few more minutes as she looked for things to make for dinner for the next week. Alex made breakfast, Faye made dinner. It was a routine they settled into without words; it was just a compromise of sorts.

She grabs a basket from the pile beside the door and makes her way toward the produce section.

As she was feeling tomatoes to see which ones were firm, she felt her phone buzz in her purse. She drops the tomato she was holding, cursing as it rolled under the kiosk. "Fuck," she mutters, setting the basket down on the ground and thrusting a hand into her purse.

Unfortunately, it stopped ringing before she could find it. She shrugs and grabs her basket, allowing the person who ringed to leave a message.

She had just finished grabbing her tomatoes and was walking toward the bread aisle when her phone started to ring again. She emits a soft groan before digging around for it again, this time finding it quickly. Her thumb was flicking the TALKbutton before she could see the Caller ID. Then she was pressing it to her ear. "Hello?" she asks as she scans over the bagel selection.

"Excuse me, but you have left me in waiting for six hours."

At the sound of Alex's firm voice, she stands up straight. Quick. "Excuse me?" she repeats back, her blood racing faster. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She knew he was smirking. "Don't play with me, Faye. Get your ass home."

Said girl rolls her eyes as she drops a package of bagels into her basket. "You are not the boss of me, Mr. Gaskarth. And I am grocery shopping. Do not push me." Her fingers grab at a carton of ice cream as she passes the frozen section.

"Hmmm," he hums, his voice dropping to that delicious tone it had been duringthat night. "You're being quite mouthy with me today. What shall we do about that?"

Faye has to stop walking when she feels that familiar sensation brewing in her lower stomach. A woman looks up at her with a funny expression before pushing her cart around the corner. She swallows. "Alex, stop. I'm in public." She closes her eyes as she suddenly remembers the dirty talk he whispered in her ear and she has to snap her legs closed at the memory.

A smug grin was evident in his voice. "Mmm. You're getting—"

"Don't," she mutters harshly, grabbing two bags of pasta before walking down the following aisle hurriedly. "I now have a problem and it is your fault."

"I can fix that," he replies smoothly. "If you would just come home."

Faye was rolling her eyes at his childish behavior, no matter how hot she was getting. "Alex, you only got four hours of sleep last night and I have a conference tomorrow morning. How about we skip this little game and you go to bed so when I get home I won't be harassed by a horny might-as-well-be-a-teenage-boy man?"

There was a lengthy pause before she heard her roommate release a sharp breath. "I think it's time for that punishment we talked about."

A gasp that sounded quite guttural pushes out of Faye's mouth, her eyes slipping closed as her brain takes her back to that night.

"Naughty girls deserve a spanking."

Such words coming out of her best friend's mouth had never been something Faye would have anticipated. Alex was always so kind, so silly; she never expected a dark, raging, dominant monster to lay underneath the many layers he possessed. There were many things she had learned about her roommate that night they spent together, and it was a side of him that she yearned to explore. But there would always be something holding her back.

"How wet are you for me?" His voice had dropped to a new level of husky, his throat scratchy with want and need. She could feel his arousal even though he was more than a couple thousand feet away from her.

She swallows, his tone compelling her to answer. "Very," she says, her voice no louder than a whisper.

A growl was emitting from his throat at the sound of her muttered affirmation. Heat was now pounding through her body, pooling at the pit of her stomach and blossoming over her body before the cycle just repeated itself. She was so worked up and from only a few words. What had Alex done to her?

"Get home soon," Alex was murmuring now, his voice firm and commanding. A shiver run downs her spine like a cold douse of water. "If you take too long..."

He left her with that ominous message before hanging up.

Little pants were escaping her now, the phone still pressed to her ear. Her eyes pop open, her thighs shaking. "Fuck," she couldn't help but utter, finally clicking her phone closed and throwing it back in her purse. She didn't even bother finding more things for dinner; she just turned toward the cash registers and paid for the four items she had picked up already.

She was getting back into her car minutes later, setting the grocery bags on the passenger seat. Then she was pulling out of the lot within moments.

It only took her a good seventy-five seconds to drive to their apartment complex. The lights were on in their flat, the message from Alex to her to tell her he was waiting. Probably impatiently. Faye parks, looking up at the bright window.

Two can play at his game.

Faye may have worn panties all day—a black lacy thong that would get Alex going any day—but he didn't have to know that. How far can she push him? A smug grin comes over her face. Very far. So she slides the panties off quickly, shifting slightly at the new feeling of being exposed under her pencil skirt. She fluffs her hair a bit, stuffing the panties deep into the recesses of her purse. She smiles another wicked smile before grabbing her bags and getting out of her car.


The jingling of keys.

Metal sliding against medal.

Turning.

A lock releasing.

Creak of hinges.

Heels against tile.

Alex listens closely as she moves into the kitchen, the sound of her bags dropping onto the counter crinkling about the apartment. He could hear her moving, but no heel clicks, meaning she'd removed her shoes. He hears the fft of a jacket sliding off and being thrown across a chair. Her throat clears as she begins taking things out of the grocery bags.

A smile creeps onto Alex's lips as he gets to his feet quietly.

He peers into the kitchen, his head poking around the corner, to see Faye humming softly to herself as she reached into a high cupboard. Her long hair was still tied up in that bun, her long legs still looking as delightful as they had been in heels.

He smirks, rounding the corner fully to lean against the wall.

It wasn't until she'd put all the groceries away that he chuckled at her, her figure starting as she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes roll immediately. "Hello, Alex," she says curtly, going over to the fridge and opening it up. "What would you like for dinner tonight? We have—"

"Mmm, I think we both know what I want for dinner tonight."

Alex watches as the little hairs rise on the back of her neck again, his smirk widening. She pretends as if she didn't hear him, bending down to search through the fridge.

His dick hardens even more, if that was possible. He licks over his lips before strolling forward, coming up behind Faye. Before she could react, his hand had come down to smack against her ass. Her body jumps, her back straightening so she was no longer doubled over.

Her head turns to arch a brow at him. "Really, Alex? Really?"

His own brows raise at her tone.

"I'm not a child you can scold," she scoffs, ignoring the strings of heat running down her body at the move Alex had just made. She cracks open her beer as she slides past him, going toward the living room. "Nor a child you can punish, nonetheless."

He waited until she'd placed her beer down on the coffee table and she was about to sit down before he grabbed her around the waist, locking her close to his body.

The breath falls out of her throat as her back slams into his chest.

"No," he breathes against her ear, his hands moving from her waist down to hips as she walks them backwards toward the end of the couch. "You're not a child I can punish." His fingers tighten along her torso as her heart begins to pound faster and faster at the wild scenario that was about play out. "But you are a naughty girl who needs a spanking."

A pang hits her in her pelvis, a moan escaping her open mouth before she can stop it.

Alex was smirking again, his hands pulling her backside back roughly to show her just how turned on she was making him. "Oh, Faye..." his exhale against her neck made goosebumps appear and a shiver of delight sail down her spine. "You have no idea what you do to me." And it was true. Faye had no idea she affected him like this, with his mouth against her neck and his body practically pressed up against hers; she just thought he was a horny little bastard. But no. It was all Faye's doing, all the things she'd done that made him get this worked up.

"And you have no idea how turned on I get by your domination," she murmurs back, arching her back and practically mewling like a cat because of how badly she wanted him to just do something.

Her words had his hard-on turning into stone. "Mm. We'll talk about that later."

Then, before she could speak again, he was bending her over at the waist, her arms stretched above her head as her torso doubled over the armrest of the couch. Her cheek presses to the cushion, the breath once again escaping her body as she squirmed.

His hands graze down her back before finding the hem line of her skirt. He pushes the skirt up, over her thighs and over the swell of her ass. The little intake of breath he gave made her grin.

"...You really are naughty, aren't you Faye?"

Her breathing speeds up as she feels his hand ghost over the area she wanted to be touched, ached for, his fingers grazing lightly over the throbbing skin, his present smirk practically taunting her now. "You're soaked," he mumbles, swiping his finger over her inner thigh, her body jolting forward. "And no panties? Such a tease, Faye. Such a tease."

Her swallow got stuck in her throat as she awaited his next move, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She tried to speak but her throat gave out.

That's when he delivered the first slap.

Now. Faye understands when abusing is abusing. And she always saw a relationship such as the one her and Alex had gotten themselves into as abuse. But this, this right here, was more than a "punishment". It was the idea that she just put all of her trust into one person. He respected her trust and she respected him for earning her trust. He knew that she could handle this, and that in itself, made her more turned on than even a Ryan Gosling movie had done to her.

As he spanked her, as he delivered each blow that just echoed in her womb, making her more and more sensitive, she couldn't help but think how erotic this was, how unbelievably fucking sexy Alex was as he controlled her, took over her body, showed her that he was capable of taking her to a high she had never experienced before.

And with each smack, he showed her just how much he craved her. How much he wanted to dominate her, to show her that her trust was appreciated.

By the time he was done, she was panting and squirming, trying to find some kind of friction.

"Look at you," he purrs, the words falling against her ears like raindrops. "All ready for me." A finger slides easily into her, a string of moans and curses falling past her lips. "So wet. Oh, lovely Faye, you really are something."

And just as he was giving her the delicious friction she needed, his phone was ringing.

He just continues torturing her, adding a second finger as she claws at the couch. She hears him answering his phone, her body to succumbed to pleasure that she couldn't even yell at him for doing so. "Hello?" he asks, his voice husky and so fucking deep that it just added to the delight that was coursing through Faye's veins.

As the other person speaks, his fingers curl into the one spot that made her toes curl and a strangled moan fall past her tongue. She was now officially putty in his hands. Alex knew it, his lips curling into a grin as he stared down at the panting, wet, beautiful mess of a girl beneath him.

"Lex, I need you to come jump my car for me."

Alex groans at Rian's plea, knowing he sounded too turned on and was too turned on to go out in public right now. "Can't you call Jack?"

"He's at his mom's! I can't very well interrupt that."

Alex adds a third finger, his eyes still on Faye as she practically thrashed under him, her bright pink ass and aching center making Alex so hard he felt like his bottom half were rock. "I can't man," he growls, half in frustration and half in lust. "I'm busy."

"Doing what? If it's eating dinner with Faye she'll understand."

Oh, I was planning on eating something tonight.

Alex growls as Faye shifts beneath him. "Where are you?" He couldn't very well tell Rian that he couldn't come because he was fucking his best friend into oblivion. No one knew about he and Faye and no one ever would.

Moments later Alex was hanging up. Faye had heard the conversation but had chosen to not acknowledge what was being said having been too caught up in the pleasure Alex was supplying. She feels his fingers speed up, the white-hot ball in the pit of her stomach tightening and tightening.

"Alex...please..." she gasps out, her fingers gripping at nothing.

And with one more solid moan and twist of the wrist from Alex, she was coming.

It was just like that night with him, stars bursting behind her eyes and pins attacking her in the most delicious way. Alex was removing her fingers and moving her skirt back down. This confused her. Shouldn't he be taking it off? Then he was turning her around, righting her so they were face to face. He looked pissed off, smoothing his hand down her sore ass as a sort of apology.

"What's wrong?" she asks as she watches him grab his keys from the counter.

"I have to go save a broken down Rian," he huffs. Her jaw drops. "I am so sorry. I...trust me, I want to finish this. But I have to go rescue the dumbass." Faye goes to argue, knowing she definitely needed more than just that to get by for the night, her center already throbbing once more, but Alex was pulling her into lay a kiss against her forehead before exiting the apartment.

Notes

This took so long because I had to find the right words for what I wanted to get across! I think I did it pretty well. Thoughts? ;)

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