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“Vera…”

She screamed. Swearing under my breath, I grabbed her arm and spun her around. She struggled against me like a wild horse but I was stronger. I sat down on the side of her bed and yanked her over my lap. I pinned her legs with one of mine and held her top half down with my non-spanking arm. Because I wasn’t going to push her too far, I left her shorts where they were and landed my first slap across her right ass cheek.

Vera screamed even louder and smacked my leg. “You asshole! I’ll maim you for this!”

I landed four more slaps in quick succession. “I told you, Vera. Stop screaming. You’re going to leave your throat raw, if you haven’t already, and I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

She tried to reach back and cover her ass but I easily gripped her hands and pinned them to her back. “Reed!”

Hearing her scream my name sent all my blood rushing to my cock. I could tell the moment she felt it by the soft gasp she let out. I swore and eased her off my lap and onto her bed, determined to get out of there without letting her confirm what she felt was what she thought it was.

Vera’s voice shook as she spoke at my back. “If you think five little slaps are going to make me stop, you’re crazy.”

I looked back at her over my shoulder. “It sounds like you’re asking for more, Vera.”

Her cheeks went bright red and she glared at me with so much hatred that the look alone almost felt like a punch. “Try that again and I’ll… I’ll…”

I grinned and shook my head. “Goodbye, Vera.”

I heard something heavy hit the door behind me but I didn’t hear screaming. I glanced at Dean and Lennon sitting on the couch, Lennon’s laptop between them.

Dean cleared his throat. “She stopped screaming.”

“Do you have a problem with what just happened?” I was keyed up from spanking Vera and since I wasn’t going to finish in her, my body shifted all the excitement to anger.

“No. You did good.” Dean nodded at my tented pants. “Maybe stop pointing at us, though?”

Lennon snorted. “Would it be wrong if you described exactly how her ass felt?”

I ignored them both and headed back upstairs to take an ice-cold shower.

CHAPTER 14

Vera

I paced back and forth in front of the wall of windows and silently panicked. Reed spanked me. My ass still stung when I sat down and the constant reminder of his hands on me was too much, so I just stayed on my feet. He’d dragged me over his lap and spanked me, hard. He was right about me never being spanked before. I assumed I’d go to my grave with that statement remaining true. I’d never even researched spanking. None of my characters had ever spanked or been spanked. I was starting to think I’d been missing out.

My body hummed with a need that could very easily have consumed me. I’d felt his dick. He’d gotten hard and I’d felt it growing against my stomach. I swallowed, angry he’d been right about my sore throat, and even angrier he’d seemingly awoken a part of me that wanted to be spanked.

God, that smile he’d tossed over his shoulder at me, too. I felt weak in the knees just from the memory. He had no right to be so hot. Underneath his cowboy hat, he had a head full of salt and pepper hair. It should’ve made him look old. It should’ve made him not my type, at all. Somehow, though, because life wasn’t fair, it made him even hotter. His bright blue eyes and his salt and pepper beard which looked like it’d be rough against my skin were the things dreams were made of.

I groaned as I realized I was leaning against the window and squeezing my thighs together. I didn’t want to be so turned on. I definitely didn’t want to be so wet my panties were ruined, especially when I didn’t have any others.

“Get it together, Vera.” I resumed my pacing and glanced at the bed. If I was sure one of my captors wouldn’t burst in, I would’ve already been under the covers, making myself come.

I let out a frustrated, quiet, scream and balled my hands into fists. It wasn’t fair that Reed had ignited a surprise kink in me. I wondered what other kinks he could uncover.

“No!” I chastised myself and stomped my foot at myself. “Stop thinking like that, idiot.”

The door to my prison swung open and Dean walked in. “Should I be concerned you’re talking to yourself?”

“How’d you know I was talking to myself?” I watched as he pointed to the ceiling and followed his finger to one of the recessed lights. My cheeks flamed. “You have cameras in here?”

“For your protection. Most of the house is covered by at least one camera.” He crossed his arms. “As long as you don’t do anything weird, it shouldn’t be an issue.”

It was an issue. It was a giant issue. I’d almost talked myself into masturbating! They would’ve seen everything! Another wave of awareness washed over me and I cast a disbelieving glance at my crotch. It couldn’t be serious. Spankingandvoyeurism? In one day?

“You saw Reed spank me.” Why had I brought up the spanking? What was wrong with me?

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