Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me.
Ariadne sank down onto the closed toilet seat, breathing heavily. Arthur had asked her to spank him again? How had that even been possible?
Did she really exercise that much control?
She rubbed her face with her hands, and swallowed. The fact he was lying there, stretched out on the bed, wanting her to do it again...she took a deep breath. She had to go back out, and face him.
Standing up, she re-arranged her night dress, and then splashed her face with water. She opened the door.
Arthur was still lying on the bed. His head was cradled in the crook of his arm, and his eyes were closed. She began to move forward, and lightly touched his back.
"Arthur?"
His eyes opened, and he looked at her. "Spank me."
She blinked. It was a command, not a request, and his voice held a hard edge. She swallowed, and stood at the end, raising her hand.
Suddenly, she brought it down, slapping his bare buttocks. He gasped, and she blinked.
"Again."
She swallowed. Who was really in charge? She smiled to herself, noting that even though Arthur was lying on the bed, vulnerable and almost helpless, he was still giving her an order. She decided to change tactics.
"No," she breathed.
He blinked, and turned his head. "What?"
"Arthur." She tried to keep her voice calm, although her heart was beginning to race. "Arthur, if you want me to do this, you need to ask me politely."
She let her words hang in the air, then fall. Silence fell, and she wondered if she had gone too far.
"Ariadne." His voice was a whisper. "Please."
She paused. "You're sure?"
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure." His voice was low, but she heard a catch in it. "Please."
Smiling, she raised her hand, letting it strike his flesh.
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Sorry its...short. Been away, still a little jet lagged. Thank you for your patience.