Page 36 of Never Say Yes To A Stranger

“I’m not sure I know how. What if I hit you too hard?”Again, why am I even asking this?

“You could start out light.”

She pulls away, gets up, walks to the edge of the bed, and drapes herself over. The twin moons of her ass are on full display, and they’re very creamy white in the moonlight coming through the window. I am not a kinky bastard, I swear, but she put it out there, and now my brain is going haywire. I’m not going to put my handprint on either of those cheeks, but my god, I see it. It’s there in my mind.

“If you spank me,” she says, wriggling her bottom in the air until my mouth goes completely dry, “it will be a first for me. I’ve always wanted to try it. You have to admit, I’ve been awful,breaking the contract, demanding that you pleasure me, giving orders. I’ve taken full control, and I need to be put back in my place.”

“No, Ignacia…” I’m horrified. And it shows.

She turns around and gives me a coy look. “I’m kidding, Beau. This is a game. People sometimes like role-playing when they’re sexing. I think it sounds fun. I’ve never done it before. If you’re up for it, I’d like it to be you.”

“Why?” I rasp.

“Because you’re a big, dangerous bodyguard, and you like to pretend you’re all hard and badass and that you have no feelings. People like that are the kind of people who like to give out spankings. I think. Usually?”

I’m frozen for too long. She whips around. “Okay, never mind.” She sits on the edge of the bed, and her face is scarlet. “We can just have regular missionary sex. Or I can go on top. I can even reverse on top if you like.”

“No.”

“Oh, I—I see.” She twists a strand of her hair around her finger. “Alright.” She looks around for something, and I realize it’s her shorts. “Okay, never mind, then. I—if there’s something wrong with me, you could just say it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you! I do want to spank you!” Oh god, oh god, fuck, what is even happening here? Ignacia is so sweet and kind, all sugary and mousy and a good girl in her regular life. How the ever living fucking hell is she asking me to do this? Then again, are two small swats to see if she likes it really asking for a lot? Maybe she’s always wanted to try this, yet she’s never had the courage to ask for it, and I’ve just shut her down.

“Ummm, I could repay the favor and bite you aggressively later if you’d like that. On—on the nipple.”

“I don’t like having my nipples touched,” I tell her.

“Really?” She searches my face. “It sounds more like you haven’t had your nipples touched before, and you’re unsure about it because it sounds strange. But if you’re for real for real on that, then I don’t have to go near them. I will stay away from your nipples.” She says that in her most strict and authoritative voice.

I twirl my finger, needing to get this in hand. Nipples are an erogenous zone, another intimate zone. “It’s not the nipples per se.” Damn her, I want her mouth on them now, just because I shouldn’t and have never let myself want that with anyone. Wanting one thing always leads to wanting more, and that’s never an option if you want to save yourself and someone else from hurt.

I should want that right now. I don’t want to hurt Ignacia, and I don’t want to hurt myself.

Yet I still can’t say no.

“Turn around. I’m going to love-tap you on the—on the—”

“On the ass? Darling, are you afraid to say it? Well, as you’ve already divined, I have an obsession, so I’ll put it out there for you. Ass. There, I’ve saved you. Ass cheek.”

I have never felt more ridiculous. As I get behind her when she’s bent over in such an alluring position, I feel like I am going to embarrass myself and come in my damn pants. I bring my hand back and lightly smack her right cheek.

“Wow,” she sighs. “That was so uninspired. Beau, I expected more from you. You’re such a boss in your regular life. Spank me like you mean it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I tell her.

“You could at least make it sound good.”

The next swat, I make sure I use more of my palm. There’s a loud smack, just the way she wants, but I barely make contact. She gasps. “Oooh. That was better.” She whips around, grinning at me, but she’s such pure sunshine and happiness that I can’teven find it strange. Yeah, she’s definitely wanted to do that for a long time. And shetrustedme to do it with her.

One hand suddenly reaches out and brushes the hem of my T-shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Yes,” I grunt.

“I’ll be careful of the pump.”

What pump?Right. Duh. I’m having such an out-of-body experience right now that I can’t even remember the details of my own limbs and organs.

She takes such care with my T-shirt that it’s as if I’m going to break. I want to tear it in half by the time she’s done; my blood pressure is so elevated. Her eyes shoot straight to my nipples.

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