Page 58 of Point of Contact

He followed right behind her. "Yes."

Courtney shook her head. "Not happening." She reached the bed and turned to face him. "You told me not to lie to you, so I'm not gonna lie to you. If shit goes down, I'm going to be in the middle of it."

"Like hell you are." The thought of her putting herself in a dangerous situation made it impossible to stand still. Difficult to breathe. He raked one hand through his damp hair, trying to find the focus and the calm he needed. "You will get out of there, or else."

Her dark brows lifted, but she looked completely unintimidated. "Or else what? You'll spank me for being bad?" She snorted out an indignant laugh. "I don't think you have it in you."

She was goading him. Pushing him like always in an attempt to get her way.

This time, she just might accomplish it.

He tipped his head to the bed. “Bend over and we’ll see what I have in me.”

Her sharp intake of breath shot straight to his cock, reigniting the ache still lingering in his balls from the shower interaction that was cut short.

Courtney stared at him for a heartbeat, lips parted, pupils dilated.

"I don't have much patience right now, Princess." He grabbed her face with one hand, the tips of his fingers sinking into the soft skin of her cheek. "The longer you make me wait, the redder that pretty little ass is going to be."

"Holyshitonacracker." The muddle of words rushed out of her lips on a breath. "That was so fucking hot."

Her reaction cooled the edge of his anger. Of the helplessness he felt when he thought someone might try to hurt her. But he wasn't going to tell her that. Not when it was clear Courtney wanted this so much.

Maybe she even needed it. He was willing to bet she'd never been disciplined in her life. No one took the time to care if she was making the right choices or not. No one put in the effort to help her choose the right directions. If she needed to know he cared enough to hold her accountable for her actions, then so be it.

Courtney immediately spun away and dropped to the bed, bending at the waist, her upper half pressed against the cheap blanket still covering the mattress.

He stared down at her, still struggling with all the emotions warring inside of him. After years of having only one focus, her presence had him a fucking mess. "Pants and panties down. I want you to feel my hand on your skin."

Courtney shifted, grabbing the waistband of her fresh knit pants and shoving them over her presented ass, leaving them bunched at her knees.

He nearly groaned at the sight of her tanned skin and curved cheeks. He hadn’t expected to be so turned on at the sight of her like this, but it felt almost like they were coming full circle. Like she was offering herself up for him to collect. And after everything she'd done over the years, she certainly deserved a swat or two.

He pressed one palm to the center of her back, pinning her in place as the other moved along the full curve of her ass, petting the soft, golden hue of her skin. Then he pulled back and gave it a sharp smack, the fullness of her cheek bouncing from the impact. Her flesh immediately pinked up as she let out a tiny whimper.

He lifted his hand again before bringing it down against the other cheek, fascinated at the way her ass moved when his hand connected. At the flush immediately creeping over her skin. At the sounds she made. Sounds that absolutely were not from pain.

He swatted her again, feeling the connection in his cock. Another, this one making her moan. "Is this what you wanted from me?" Another swat. "You wanted me to prove I cared enough to make you behave?" Swat.

Courtney made a whimpering groan, but that wasn't what he wanted to hear.

Swat. "I want an answer, Princess."

"Yes." The word came out as something between a yell and a sob.

He leaned down, pressing her into the bed with his weight as his chest met her back, his palm smoothing over her heated skin. "Now that you got what you wanted, are you going to behave?"

Courtney turned her head to the side, cheek smashed where it pressed against the blanket, and her eyes met his. She was breathing heavy, damp hair sticking to her forehead as she held his gaze. "Absolutely not."

He didn't fight his smile. "I didn't think so." Swat.

Her moan was loud and long and her legs were shaking, possibly from the stinging in her ass, but more likely from something else. He ran his palm down the crack of her ass, feeding his fingers between her legs. A groan of his own slipped free when he was met by her drenched folds. "You're soaked." He wedged his hand further, forcing her to spread her legs. Her whole body shuddered when he found her clit and started to work it under the flat of his fingers, rubbing side to side as he kept her pinned in place. "You just don't know how to behave, do you, Princess?"

She was rocking against his palm, desperate for everything he was willing to give.

"I guess it's a good thing I don't mind punishing you when you're bad." He worked her faster, needing to give this to her as much as she needed to get it.

A ragged moan ripped from Courtney’s lips as she bucked against him, wetness coating his palm as she came against it.

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