I burst out laughing. "Oh, my God. That's so perfect for you. Wigglebottom!"
He sits up and scowls. "How dare you laugh. Mr. Wigglebottom was a dignified cat. It wasn't his fault my brother chose that stupid name."
"Oh, really? What did you want to call him? Thor? Hunter? Brick?"
"Don't be ridiculous. No one calls their cat Brick."
"Okay then. Tell me your preferred pussy name."
He stares up at the ceiling. "I wanted to call him Fluffypants."
I nearly bust a gut holding in my laughter.
He rolls his eyes. "Go on. Let it out. Don't want you getting cancer or anything."
"Fluffypants!" I fall forward and laugh my ass off.
"That would have been a kickass name!” he says, indignant. “But then Jamie won rock-paper-scissors, and the poor little dude was stuck with Wigglebottom. He was humiliated."
"How old were you guys when you named him? Five? Six?"
"Fifteen. Naming our pussies was serious business back then."
At this point, I have no idea if he's messing with me or not.
"Well, personally," I say, "I don't think you can go wrong with either Wigglebottom or Fluffypants for your porn name. They both describe you to a tee."
"Why you little—" He goes to grab me, but I twist out of reach just in time and dash down the stairs toward the living room, thinking I have the advantage indoors. However, despite Liam's size, he's goddamn fast and catches me around the waist just before I reach the kitchen.
I squeal when he hoists me over his shoulder. "Liam! Stoppit! Put me down."
"Nope. You need to be taught a lesson, young lady, and I aim to be the one to teach you."
I paddle on his back before reaching down to cup his ass as he strides toward the huge modular couch. "Well, I suppose there are worse things than being disciplined by Wigglebottom Washington."
"Right. That's it." He sits on the couch and spreads me across his lap with me lying on my stomach. "You have so many entries on the naughty list by now, I've lost count. Time to pay the piper, lady." He flips up my robe up to reveal my bare bottom and smacks me firmly on both cheeks until my skin starts to burn.
"Liam!" I giggle as he strokes the areas he just hit. "That tickles."
"You sound like you're enjoying this a little too much." He smacks me again, harder this time, three times each side. It stings like hell, but I kind of like it. Feeling the strength of him holding me down and the firm slap of his hand ... wow. Definitely hot.
He strokes my butt again. "Now, are you going to behave? Or do you want more?"
I'm silent for a moment then say, "More."
His hand freezes. "What?" He sounds genuinely surprised.
I clear my throat. "I said, more, please." I pause. “Master."
The bite of Liam's fingernails as they curl into my butt cheek lets me know he approves. "Liss, are you sure?" He sounds excited but nervous. Seems like we're on the same wavelength about that.
"Yes. More, please," I say firmly.
He lets out an uneven exhale. "Okay, you asked for it. Don't move."
He slaps each ass cheek in turn, successively applying more pressure. I'm surprised how each sting shoots pleasure right through to my spine. I close my eyes and moan as my skin starts to swell and burn.
I'd always had a vague fantasy about Liam spanking me, but now that it's happening, it's even more glorious than I imagined.
When he finishes, he rubs my bottom gently. Right now, I don't want gentle. I want his fingers inside me. Rough and insistent. Hitting my deepest places.
Instead, he lets out a rough breath. "Have you learned your lesson? Or do I need to continue?" His voice is strange. It has an edge I've never heard before.
I'd actually like him to continue doing other things.
"Lesson learned," I whisper as my pulse beats double time. "Thank you."
He lifts me until I'm sitting on his lap, and then he grips the back of my neck and pulls my head down to his mouth. "Thank you ...?" His lips brush my ear, making me shiver.
"Thank you, master."
He makes a low noise in his chest, and for a moment I think he's going to throw me down on the couch and fuck me after all. But his expression morphs into deep contemplation, and he stands abruptly to set me on my feet.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "Did I hurt you?"
"Yes," I say, a little embarrassed. "But only because I asked you to."
"Fuck. Okay." He nods and thinks for a few seconds before stepping away from me. "I'm ... ah ..." He looks down the hallway. "I need to take a shower."
"Liam—"
"Could you call Alba and ask her to bring over my clothes? I dropped my suitcase off on the way here last night. Everything was soaked."
"Sure, but I—"
"I won't be long."
"Okay."
He strides over to the stairs and takes them two at a time until he's out of sight.
More than a little confused, I go to the kitchen and call Alba. When I hang up, I sit on one of the stools, careful of my tender behind.
Well, that took an interesting turn.