Little Lion Man

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Layla smiled, “sounds like a good thing though? I hope? I couldn’t tell you much about change though. I’ve always been t-shirts and jeans kind of person.” She laughed but gave an approving not. “I support both. I think that’s a good idea.”

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“It is a good thing, I think. Just weird.” Cillian said with a shrug of his shoulders. “See, I don’t think I’ve ever been that casual.” He grinned and put the two options in the basket he was carrying.

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She smiled, “I’m normally in t-shirts and jeans with grease and oil stains all over them. So I never know how to dress anything up.” She laughed at him and shrugged, “I’m just trying here. I mean you probably can match shit better than I can.”

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Cillian looked over and shrugged his shoulders. “I Haven’t actually bought clothes myself in a long while but I’m trying to change? Be more casual? I don’t know how to say it but things are different now and so I have to be different.” He held up the shirts. “Perhaps I’ll do both.”

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Layla was looking through the old t-shirts for work when she heard the question. She raised her brows at him from across the rack and chuckled, “I would definitely say t-shirt and acid wash jeans would probably be your best bet. Definitely not a suit jacket.” She said lowering the purple one he held up. “Maybe corduroy or sherpa?” Her brows pulled together. “I’m not the best at shopping for guys, but I do have a teenage son that likes these old band shirts.”  

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Cillian listened to her advice and nodded his head. “I know this is probably stupid, I just normally wear suits and that’s it unless I’m going to bed so I really just have no idea at all.” He said with a laugh and nodded as he looked at the options. “You are far more knowledgeable than I am.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

It was a party Lizzie had not been looking forward to going at all but her friend had begged her to come so here Lizzie was, draining her glass again. She had been talking to a stranger when suddenly a deep, Irish voice came from behind her. Lizzie turned around with a smile, her eyes immediately raking over this damn good looking man. “Hello.” Lizzie greeted, biting her lip as she smirked at him. “Elizabeth but everyone calls me Lizzie.” She breathed, watching with deep intrigue as he lifted her hand to his lips. She didn’t protest when he took and led her away from the crowds and into a private area. There was a momentary look of shock that came over her features at his forwardness but his offer was hardly something she could turn down. Placing a hand on his chest, Lizzie unbuttoned a couple of buttons on Cillian’s shirt. “Then why don’t we get out of here?”

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Cillian smirked slightly as she reacted to his touch and unbuttoned a few of his shirt buttons. “I think I’d like that idea.” He said as he let his fingers trace down her shoulders and to her wrist, gripping it. “Follow me. I know just the place to go.” He said as he led her out of the room and away from the party. He got his car from the valet and opened the door for her, letting her get in and then went to the drivers eat, getting in himself. “Are you ready?” He asked as he pulled out a blindfold, turning to face her and motioning for her to turn away from him for a moment.  “You have no reason to, but do you trust me?” He asked as he secured the blindfold around her eyes and then drove away from the building and towards a private club downtown. He would take her to his apartment but he took Amber there and that was their spot. He pulled up and then carefully helped Lizzie get out of the car, giving the valet his keys before leading her to the door and removing the blindfold once they were inside. He got them keys to a room and led her to it, locking the door behind them. “We use the stoplight system, red means full stop, yellow means hold on a moment, and green means go ahead. If you cannot speak them three taps on any part of me means stop what we are doing, as soon as you tell me you understand and any hard nos you have we will start to get to know each other. Say yes Sir if you understand.” He said as he looked towards her, hand moving to her shoulder, ready to push her to her knees once they were ready to go.”

The photography show was a brilliant success so far and Amber was beaming as she finished a conversation with a potential buyer. This was her first big show since she had come from New York. What made the night better? She had her sweet boy here with her. “Mama!” She hear Liam shout as he bolted towards her and Amber happily bent down to pick up her son. She smothered him in loving kisses which earned her a series giggles. Cillian hadn’t been able to make it to this showing and her babysitter had cancelled - everything had seemed to work out for good. With one last kiss to his nose, Amber lowered her son, crouching down to his level as she combed back his hair lovingly. “Are you hungry, sweetie? I have some….” The rest of her sentence trailed off as her almond eyes landed on the one person she wished she hadn’t. Cillian stood mere feet away, watching her and Liam with a look that Amber couldn’t name. Protectively and mostly instinctively, Amber wrapped her son in her arms and lifted him up again, cradling her…no, their, son close to her. “W-what are you doing here?” Amber knew there was no way he had missed the interaction and Cillian was smart, no doubt putting the puzzle pieces together to this mystery. This wasn’t how she wanted Cillian to find out about their son. 

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Cillian had been disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to go to Amber’s show, having business meetings that he was supposed to be attending. He had cancelled those however and decided to surprise Amber by showing up unexpectantly which is how he had ended up in this situation, stood there as he watched Amber interact with a very young boy, eyes wide as he watched puzzled. His mind did the math as he saw the very intimate interaction between what he gathered was mother and child. He watched until he saw her see him and his brows furrowed together as the math finally made sense in his head and he moved to go up to her. He let out a breath, centering himself as he didn’t want to scare the child...his son..? which was unconfirmed yet but the math added up. “I was going to surprise you...but I see you might have beaten me to the punch.” He said as he looked down at the boy before back to Amber. “When exactly were you planning on telling me? Or were you not going to?” He asked before raising an eyebrow. “I think we better have a word in private Amber.”

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The silence was killer, each second that ticked by caused Amber’s breath to fall heavier than the last. She heard the shuffling, low and almost inaudible and knew that Cillian was approaching her but she didn’t dare open her eyes. That would disappoint him. A sense of disappointment rolled through her when he revealed that she had guessed wrong but before she had a chance to process that sentiment, his hand came down on her bare skin. She gasped at the suddenness of it, her skin left tingling. “I’m sorry, Sir, I’ll do better.” She finally spoke out, a shiver running through at the whispered words against the shell of her. As much as he hated being disappointed, she hated disappointing him.

Silence. Again. Amber strained her ears to listen, barely picking up the soft shuffling of his foot falls but even though she could hear them, it felt like the sounds were bouncing off the walls. Even the soft question, the sexy timber of his voice frustrated her because she couldn’t pin point exactly  where it was coming from. So she guessed. And she was wrong. Strike two. The skin of her ass stung but she would be lying if she didn’t admit that part of her like it. Spanking had always been a weakness of hers and Cillian knew that. Amber loved that; that’s what she had loved about their relationship. As the third guess came around, Amber bit her lip, clearing her throat before answering. “By the night stand.” Silence filled the room again, and Amber’s breath picked up, wondering if she striked out and though Cillian had yet to say anything, she felt in the pit of her stomach that she had just missed this last chance. 

Cillian frowned to himself as she missed for the third time. “You have some work to do on your listening.” He said as he approached her once more. “Wrong again. Strike three....you’re out.” He said as he settled with a knee on the bed right behind her. “First, you will count twenty spanks, then we will continue your punishment out in the living room.” He said as he brought a hand down against her ass a moment later, waiting for her to count aloud before continuing until they arrived at twenty, satisfied with the redness on her skin. He released her limbs and stood from the bed. “Get up and follow me.” He ordered, watching her for a moment. “Head down.” He said as he led her out to his living room. He moved the table in the middle of the room and set it against the wall. He pulled a blindfold from his pocket and fastened it around her eyes. “You are going to have to earn the right to look at me again. Do you understand?” He asked as he put pressure on her shoulder to get her to kneel.

Amber waited with bated breath as she heard Cillian approach her and she sighed contentedly at the first touch of his hand. She lifted her head up slightly to help him place the oh too familiar collar around her neck and the moment he had secured it, Amber couldn’t help but feel safe.  She still didn’t move, simply waiting for his next move or command and when it finally came, Amber was quick to oblige her former dom. She made her off the bed, standing up and kept her eyes lowered, but there was a soft smile that played on her lips at his words. “Thank you, sir.” She breathed, knowing that Cillian was well aware that she had always loved when he placed collars on her. She had loved it from the first time he had done it years ago. Amber’s bright eyes followed Cillian’s movements, watching as he pulled out other restraints and could hardly stop the way her skin was a blaze with each touch. The brunette fell back on the bed easily, letting him maneuver her until she was back on her stomach and he had restrained her. It was a bit uncomfortable but nothing that was too bad. 

Closing her eyes, Amber payed close attention to the words that Cillian spoke and she had withhold the groan she wanted to express. While she appreciated the fact that he was easing them back into what used to be a familiar experience, Amber had been so sidetracked when they walked into the bedroom with excitement, she really hadn’t payed much attention. There was no doubt that Cillian would get far too much enjoyment out this because she was probably going to answer wrong more times than right. She was pulled from her thoughts at his soft kiss but it was quickly followed by the sharp sting of his palm against her ass; she gasped at the sensation, her desire stirring at the heat and sting that remained a couple of seconds after his touch. He knew what spanking did to her, how it drove her mad. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Amber focused on the sounds of Cillian moving, trying to follow the subtle sounds and the mere presence he exuded to deduce where he was. Her brows furrowed in concentration and when her dom prompted her, it took her half a second before she responded. “By the left corner, near the….dresser, sir.” It was more unsure than she wanted to sound but she was still trying to make a mental map of his bedroom from the few seconds she had to see it. 

Cillian stood by his spot at the door to the bathroom, just on the other side of where she had said. He took a moment, letting silence sit in the room. He wanted to make her wait, make her ruminate in the silence before moving to the bed, kneeling carefully next to her. “So close...yet so far.” He said as he set his open palm against her ass, rubbing circles before pulling his hand back and then letting it smack against her bare skin. “I thought you would be more observant. We will try again. That was strike one. Two more and we might have some fun with some ropes out in the living room.” He said as he moved to her head, whispering in her ear. “Don’t disappoint me. You know I hate it when you disappoint me.” He warned before pushing up from the bed and slowly, quietly walking, standing in the doorway to the closet. 

Amber moaned longingly, her body immediately reacting to the pressure of his hands and the urgency of his lips as if no time had passed between them. It shocked her how easily she gave into him, willingly surrendered herself to his touch. She had missed this dynamic between them.And though she hadn’t been his in a while, her body had not forgotten all that he could do. His question brought a jolt of excitement and Amber bit her lip to hold back a groan while his lips trailed a sinful path down her neck. “I understand, sir.” She purred, her hands running along his back as a method of encouragement, of showing her desire. Amber laced her fingers with Cillian’s as he led her to his bedroom, taking a second to look around as she re-familiarized herself with him.

His voice brought her out of her observation and she bit her lip in anticipation before speaking up, knowing he needed to hear she understood before moving forward. He was always so careful. “Yes, sir.” Amber confirmed, a smile tugging on the edges of her lips. Once he had turned around and disappeared into his closet, Amber wasted no time in discarding her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on his dresser. In a matter of seconds, wanting to make sure she was as he wanted, Amber settled herself on her stomach on his bed. She rested her head on her arms as she waited for him to return, eyes watching the doorway of his closet impatiently and when she finally saw his shadow, Amber lowered her head to the bed as well, eyes slipping close. She didn’t need to follow him with her eyes but rather, she enjoyed being able to trace his presence simply by the energy he emitted. She took a trembling breath in, her breathing uneven from anticipation, excited to fall back into this safe place with him and see what journey he took them on tonight. How she had missed this.

Cillian knew that she would be ready by the timehe got back to the room, trusting that she would follow his instructions. He smiled to himself as he found his box that was hidden in the back of the closet, hidden from view and he pulled it down. He opened the lid and revealed all their old toys and then found what he had really been looking for. He brought the box back into the room to see Amber laying face down on the bed with her face tucked into the comforter. He grinned as he stepped up to the bed, setting the box down. He grabbed the black collar from the box, leaving the other options where they were. He reached down, moving her hair from her neck before wrapping the leather around her neck and locking it with the small lock before setting the key on the bedside table.

Taking a step back, Cillian looked over Amber’s body, smirking to himself. “Now, I want you to stand up and face me.” He said very clearly. “That collar will be on you whenever you are here should you wish to continue this.” He said. “Obviously I still have the others should the need to be more discrete arise.” He said as she stood up. He let his hands reach out and rest on her shoulders before he let them fall to her hips. He reached to the box and grabbed the four leather cuffs from the box, fastening them to her wrists and ankles. He then pushed her gently to the bed before fastening the cuffs to each corner of the bed with her on her stomach. He took a step back. “Close your eyes now and follow my movements. If you cannot figure out where in the room I am, then, well, let’s just say you might have a hard time sitting because you will get a spank for every wrong answer. I hope you were paying attention when we walked in.” He said as he leaned down and kissed the back of her shoulder before giving her a warning spank, the sound of skin hitting skin loud in the room.”

Things fell back into place how they had left them and Cillian found himself pressing his lips against hers as soon as the keys hit the table. One hand found it’s way to the back of her head, fingers gripping some of her hair as the other rested on her hip, moving towards her ass as he pulled her body closer and pulled her hair a bit roughly, but not enough to cause any real pain, making sure she was alright. “Your safeword is lion and your safe action should you not be able to speak is 3 taps on my hip, do you understand baby?” He questioned, kissing down her throat. He was surprised how easy the two slipped back into this routine and he could tell hoe much he missed his. He released her hair and body, taking her hand as he led her to his bedroom, taking her to the bed. “Now, I have to pull some stuff from the closet, I want you undressed and laying on your stomach by the time I get back. Do you understand?” He asked, eyebrow raised as he headed towards his closet. 

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