Page 102 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

“I’m going after my brother.”

“The only place you’re going is back to our headquarters, but not until you’ve had a trip back over my knee for a spanking. Apparently, the abbreviated one you got earlier didn’t make much of an impression. I assure you, this one will. Lucky for me, you haven’t put your jeans on yet… less trouble for me.”

Croft propelled her toward the bed, following her and sitting on the edge, then pulled her across his powerful thighs and pressed her upper body down. Rubbing her backside with anticipation, he thought this wouldn’t have been his first choice for getting his hands back on her glorious ass, but it would do in a pinch.

“Don’t you dare! I’m willing to overlook what happened this morning, but I’ll be damned if I let you do it again.”

“You do whatever you want. You’ve been lying to me and to my firm from the beginning, haven’t you?” His hand came crashing down on her still panty-clad buttocks. “Are you lying to me, Finn?”

“Let me up!” she screeched.

“Oh, hell, no! You’ve had this coming, and I mean to see you get it.”

He smacked her ass again. God, that felt good. Finn yelped, more in outrage than pain. He meant to change that. His hand descended, landing another well-placed blow. He didn’t care for the silk of her skimpy red panties concealing her naked globes from his sight and offering a thin barrier of protection. He tried to tell himself he was going to take them off, so he could see the color bloom across her cheeks to ensure she felt his displeasure and discipline but did no real, lasting damage, but he knew that wasn’t true. He wanted to feel her naked flesh under his hand, to feel the heat from her spanking radiating across her upturned behind.

He tugged her panties down past her thighs and smiled.

“No,” she wailed.

Her panties were wet—not damp, soaked. The same slick moisture was leaking from her swollen pussy and dripping down the uppermost portion of her legs. If any woman ever needed a spanking, Finlay Reid did. She’d been lying to them from the get-go. She could have gotten them both killed, but God, shehad a magnificent ass. He had yet to really take her to task for deceiving both him and the firm, and he meant to change that. Croft trailed his finger along the inside of her thigh, causing it to quiver, liking her response to him and the softness of her skin.

Her bottom was perfection—the stuff of his fantasies—round, firm, and had never kissed by the sun. Before he let her up, it would damn sure know what his chastisement felt like. He landed the first strike with considerable intensity. She yowled and tried desperately to escape his punishment. He smiled. He had her trapped—he was going to enjoy this.

“Stop it, you bastard!” she shrieked.

Croft moved one of his legs to create space for her legs. Before she had a chance to get purchase on the ground, he closed his leg against the back of hers, effectively trapping them within his own. Having her truly at his mercy, he walloped her, quickly infusing color all across her backside. After covering the fleshiest part, he targeted the lower portion, moving down until she was red from her upper thighs to the highest point of her globes and had given over to crying and pleading with him to stop. As beautiful as her ass had been when he’d started, it was even more so now.

Finn couldn’t believe it. Not only did her butt feel as though he had lit a fire all over it, her body was awash in arousal. Her nipples were so stiff they hurt, her clit was throbbing, and her cunt was working overtime to produce enough of her feminine slick, she feared she’d start leaking onto his jeans. This was insane. Why was she so turned on? She didn’t like pain or being ordered around, and in general, she didn’t find overlymasculine, tough-guy types appealing, but she found the pull of Croft’s authoritarian virility impossible to resist.

Over and over, his hand moved across her backside, making it hot and tender to the touch. He switched to the spot where her legs joined her body and landed several hard swats to that sensitive area before moving down to the backs of her upper thighs. Finn cried out again. Squirming and wriggling, she tried to get away from him but also trying desperately to ease the ache of need his spanking had awakened—a longing she had never known.

Finally, he brought his hand down on her backside, and she breathed a bit more easily when he didn’t raise it for another strike. He traced the crack of her ass, stopping momentarily to play with her bottom hole. She renewed her struggles. That was not something she’d ever had any interest in, and thank God, that, at least, hadn’t changed.

Croft chuckled as he trailed his finger down to her slit, only to discover how wet and needy she was before ignoring the entrance to her core and seeking the pleasure bud just above it. He circled and rubbed it, eliciting a moan—only this time, not one of pain. He tugged, then gave it a little pinch, and she bucked her hips on his leg, wordlessly asking for relief.

He moved back to her labia and traced those swollen lips before gently inserting one of his fingers into her core, curling his finger to stroke her pulsing sheath. Withdrawing his finger, he chuckled when she whined and tried to rub her clit against the rough texture of his jeans. He swatted her overheated vulva.

“Naughty. I lit that fire, and I’ll be the one to see to it. You don’t seek to pleasure yourself unless you want me to go back to spanking you. Your pretty bottom is a fierce shade of red. Do you want me to spank you again, Finn?”

“No, Croft, please,” she moaned.

Drawing his finger back through the cleft of her buttocks, he rimmed her dark rosebud, slipping his finger just past the tightly puckered entrance.

“Make no mistake, Finn, I’ll claim this hole at some point but probably not tonight.”

Continuing his exploration of her nether region, he penetrated her cunt a second time, but this time with two fingers instead of one. She moaned again and bit her lip to keep from crying out. His cock throbbed beneath her in harmonic rhythm to the pulsing of her pussy. She writhed as finger fucked her with greater intensity. Finn was just nearing the peak of ecstasy when he stopped, chuckling as she cried out in frustration and need.

“Want me to take care of that for you?” he asked silkily.

“Yes, please, Croft, do something.”

“I was doing something. Do you want me to start fingering you again? Or did you want something bigger shoved up your cunt and riding you hard?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak and remembering what he had threatened earlier.

“You want me to fuck you, Finn?”

Again, she moved her head to indicate agreement.

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