A/N: Thank you again for the replies :) they're much appreciated. I'm not entirely sure this is where I meant this fic to go when I started it, but what the hey...I write a few lines and then it writes itself :p Just a little something to keep us all going until new CM :D woohoo!

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Oh, jeez, he sounded mad. Super, uber mad. And still, she couldn't help but ask, 'How?'

Glutton for punishment much? Oh, but she so enjoyed his punishments. Because as dominant as he was, he only took from her what she freely gave him, and he would never, under any circumstances, hurt her, physically or otherwise. He knew, probably before she did, that she craved him, and his dominance. It made her hot like nothing else.

He let out a dark chuckle, although she had a feeling he was feeling anything but humoured. 'The best way, baby, I'm gonna make you cum for me right now, on the phone, in front of him...and everyone else in the bar. He's gonna know exactly who you belong to.'

She blushed unconsciously as she felt Kevin's eyes staring at her in curiosity. 'Oh, no, I don't think that's such a good idea, sugar.'

He chuckled again. 'Oh sweetness, I find it amusing that you think you have a choice. You will cum for me. Unless you wanna hang up the phone, and you know what will happen if you do that, don't you?'

She angled her body away from Kevin, uncomfortable but extremely excited at the same time. 'Um hmm.'

'Of course you do, I'll spank your beautiful ass so hard it'll be stinging for a week, and then, I'm gonna deprive you of my cock for a week too.'

She gasped loudly. 'You wouldn't, baby boy.'

He growled. 'Oh, trust me, baby girl, it'll be hard, and I mean that both literally and figuratively, but I'll manage, some how. Try me, sweetheart. Hang up the phone.'

She stayed silent and bit her lip, hard, turning again to look at the people in the bar, as if they could somehow hear her scandalous conversation, to find Kevin leaning extremely close to her, concentrating intently. She leaned away from him and he had the good grace to look embarrassed.

'No, you won't hang up, will you? You want me to make you cum in front of them, it makes you hot, doesn't it, my dirty little angel?'

More silence. 'Answer me, Penelope.'

She let out the breath she was holding, feeling her panties getting damp already. 'Yes, Derek, it does.' She answered him clearly, sending a shaky smile at Kevin, as if everything was normal. She was just chatting to her best friend, no biggy.

He laughed then, and she had a sneaking suspicion that he really was amused. 'Umm, you know that's what I like to hear. Now, what are you wearing?'

She let out a strangled moan and then cleared her throat. 'I went with the blue one, you remember, I brought it the other day.'

He groaned, long and low. 'You wore that dress for him? I love that dress, all silky fabric, clinging to your sexy curves, hugging your hips and your delicious ass. Oh god, and the way your tits look in that dress, fuck, baby, it should come with a warning. They're practically falling out of it. You realise I'm not happy about this? And you know your punishment is gonna go on for months, right? Should've gone for the grey one, sweetheart.'

She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart and tried to think of a way to answer his questions that wouldn't let everybody in the bar know exactly what they were talking about. 'No, of course not. For me. Yes, it does look nice, thank you. I know, I know all of that. The grey one was completely not me. But it might have been safer, yes.'

'Nice is an understatement, doll. Fucking hot is what I was going for. When you get home, I want you to wear it for me, not him, so I can tear it off of you.'

Her eyes flitted nervously as she took in Kevin's slumped form, no longer straining to listen in, although she wasn't exactly being quiet in her effort to look calm and composed. He had obviously settled in for a long wait, ordering another drink and loosening his tie. Well, even when they'd been together, the conversations she and Morgan had could last for absolute hours. 'Yes, of course, Morgan. I will do that.'

He chuckled again. 'Morgan, angel? That wasn't what you were screaming last night. Oh no, last night it was Derek, please, Derek, fuck me harder. Do you remember, gorgeous? Fuck, baby, last night was the hottest night of my entire life. Those scratch marks are gonna take weeks to heal.'

She squeaked in remembered pleasure. 'I'm never gonna forget. Although I have to say, I think you were trying to prove a point. But I'm sorry about them.'

He moaned, shifting on his bed and feeling said scratches rubbing against the sheets. 'Hey, momma, don't you dare be sorry for that. Every time I feel them I get rock-fuckin-hard thinking about how they got there. Maybe I was trying to prove a point, did I make it? Did I make you feel for me how I feel for you? Knowing you're there, with him, it kills me, darlin. I know what we have, but the thought that this-that I might be too much for you...I know how full on I am, how jealous and possessive I get about you, how much of your life I demand. I can't help but think that maybe a little part of you would prefer going back to good ol' Lynch, with his easy life. Things with me are never gonna be easy, baby girl, so yeh, maybe I wanted to remind you of how fucking mind blowing we are together. I thought maybe if you had that in your head, it might – I dunno, it might stop you from- you might think twice about taking whatever he's offering. Because he will be offering, princess. But you're mine, aren't you? My sweet, sexy baby.'

'I am, yes, you know that already. Always. I swear it.' She did lower her voice then. 'Please believe me, baby boy. I know it won't be easy. I don't want it to be. I just want you.' The last sentence came out so quietly that she was surprised he heard it. He must have though, because he groaned in approval.

'That's my girl. Now, about this punishment.'