Page 77 of Jagger

CHAPTER 20

Bella

The brutal crack of his hand not once but twice was jarring.

Maybe I was in shock, but I didn’t move. Heck, I couldn’t breathe from the frigid air.

Prickly points of electricity jolted every nerve and tendon in my body. I kicked out, trying to plant my foot on any part of his body to drive him off. However, with a man like Jagger, when he put his stubborn mind to something, there was no turning back.

He would always be successful in getting what he wanted.

His hum intensified the moment, making it almost surreal. Here I was, outside on the night after a deep snow, ice crystals all over the railing from limited melting, steam from the hot tub washing across my back.

If this wasn’t a sinful moment, I didn’t know what was.

Jagger was having a good ole time spanking me like a wayward child, bringing his hand down in a perfect rhythm. I wanted to scream and throw a tantrum, but even with the roaring noise of the bubbling water, I held back.

I could only imagine what people would think if they saw us.

Maybe we were a little nuts.

I wiggled and gyrated my hips to no avail, the cracking sound of skin connecting with skin becoming a strange but powerful aphrodisiac. Panting, I finally dug my nails into the wood, the pain jetting through me irritating and deliciously enticing.

My pussy already ached, throbbing deep to my core. Whether from cold or arousal, my nipples were hard like diamonds. But one day soon I would get the man back.

“Ouch!”

“Hush, little girl. This is exactly what you need and deserve.”

“No fair.”

“All is fair in my world when I say it is.”

His big he-man attitude was attractive. Maybe a little too much so. I’d seen the look of fury in his eyes. He would never allow Joel to get away with hurting me in any manner. I liked that.

Who was I kidding? I adored his vicious need to break my ex’s neck.

A smile flew across my face and I finally closed my eyes, accepting my punishment. I could easily get used to this man.

Maybe far too easily.

He rubbed my aching bottom, likely gathering heat in his hand. But he started up again, one brutal strike coming down after another. I was almost in awe, a strange place to be when someone spanked you. Maybe a small part of me believed I deserved such harsh punishment.

Whatever the case, I was shivering all over and there was no way the electric sensations were for any other reason than being with him.

“Four more, lovely lady.”

My heart fluttered when he called me that. It was a term of endearment, one I doubted he’d offered to anyone else in his life. I really did want to get to know more about him, but that would take time as well as peeling layers away from the onion.

I was certain he felt the same about me.

The four strikes were equally as savage, the heat on my bottom a direct conflict of the chill in the air.

When he lifted me off the railing as if I weighed nothing, a rush of air was pushed from my lungs. He cradled me against him as he’d done so many times, the sound of his boots thumping against the deck somehow comforting. He didn’t seem to care as he dropped to one knee, easing me into the water with utter gentleness.

If only I could take a picture of the naked man in boots and nothing else. I was certain the town gossip would be hotter than normal. Exhaling in appreciation, I moved to the other side of the oversized hot tub, already basking in the warmth of the water.

Even if my butt hurt and likely would for a few hours.

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