Page 58 of Rope Me In

“I’m going to go harder this time. Do you want that, Lemon?”

I nod, and that earns me a spank that is indeed harder. “Yes! Please, Kade. Go harder.”

His mouth drops to the shell of my ear, and he runs the tip of his nose over the sensitive skin. I shiver as he says, “You’re a quick learner. I like it.”

He pulls his lips back and sits up, his grip on my throat tightening as his palm comes down on my ass. This time, he doesn’t tease; he spanks me with more force like he promised. He uses his whole palm now, and because I’m so turned on, I feel every hit more strongly. His smacks are firecrackers on my skin that spark and smart, causing me to squirm against him and cry out with soft sounds of pleasure mixed with pain.

Kade stops his spanks, and his grip on my throat becomes heavier. He adjusts us, his body moving underneath me so I can feel even more of his very hard length digging into the skin of my low stomach.

His mouth returns to my ear. “If you keep squirming, I’m going to have to get out my ropes.”

Ropes? I’ve seen rope bondage on the internet before, but I guess I never thought someone like me would be into it. Apparently, that’s not true, because the image of me tied up over his lap has a moan I didn’t plan to utter bursting from me and bouncing off the walls of the loft.

An amused chuckle escapes him. “Good to know for next time.” I don’t have time to think about what he said because he brings his hand down on my ass again. “Now breathe, darlin’. Remember what I said. Feel what you need to feel.”

My body immediately relaxes at the way he saysdarlin’. This man and his nicknames. But just like with Lemon, the way hesays it with his sweet Southern drawl has me feeling special, like he’s saying it just for me.

There’s also the fact that he stopped using the nicknames after the texts he saw. Despite my desire to smack him for invading my privacy, I understand why he looked. Maybe it’s silly that I had a change of heart about it all, but these nicknames are different. They aren’t said to be condescending or generic; they’re said for me. They’re a part of who he is—and I’m starting to really like this man.

A strong spank to my left ass cheek has me releasing a groan.

“Stop thinking. Let that mind of yours be free, Presley.”

Tears that had gone threaten to come back, and I clamp my eyes shut. He spanks me again and again, and I exhale through the pain.

“That’s it, my good girl. Just feel what I do to you. Let this beautiful body of yours take over.”

A tear leaks from the corner of my eye, and I drop my upper body into the pressure of his hand around my neck and his forearm between my breasts.

“You’re amazing,” he purrs between swats, his fingers stopping to tease the sensitive skin now and then. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for trusting me with your body and your mind.”

My chest tightens, and I think I’m starting to understand Kade more, why he likes this—the control, the trust—especially given what he told me about his family situation earlier.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Oh my god, Kade!” A cry leaves my lips, and I can’t take it back, so I turn scarlet. I never make sounds.

Kade notices my reaction. “Be as loud as you want. Let it out.” He tightly holds the heated skin of my ass then smacks the cheeks harder this time.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan. It’s starting to really hurt now, but to my shock, I like it even more. The pain gives me a certain sense of freedom, of release, like he’s been wanting me to have.

Kade chuckles, so I open my eyes. His teeth are showing as he smiles down at me. “I was wondering if I could get you to swear.” He hits me again, and I curse again. “I like this side of you.”

He’s right; swearing has never really been my thing. I always figured there was no reason for it, but it feels appropriate considering how he’s making my body feel right now. I couldn’t hold back even if I tried.

Kade stops his spanking and glides his hand up my spine until his fingers reach my hair. He tugs on the ponytail a bit, and a keening noise unfurls like a curl of smoke from my lips. I swear I feel Kade’s cock jump beneath me, and without thinking, I rub my aroused sex on his thigh. I gasp from the short relief then freeze when I realize what I’ve done.

He tugs on my ponytail again, and at the same time, the hand on my neck applies a pinch of pressure, his thumb digging into my thrumming pulse point. Kade turns my head. “Do you want something from me, Presley?”

My full name on his lips has me squirming again. He’s done what I dared him to do; he doesn’t have to do any more. But I’m feeling bolder with the alcohol and endorphins coursing through my blood—plus, the way he’s been praising my body has given me a high, even if I’m not sure he meant it.

“It’s your turn,” I say.

He looks confused for a moment, but then his eyes light up. His hand grips tighter on my ponytail as he hovers his mouth above my ear and takes the lobe between his teeth. He bites down hard enough that I gasp, my sex rocking against his thigh.

“Truth or Dare?” Kade’s breath against my skin is hot and sensual, and I swear I’m going to combust. I haven’t had an orgasm in…a long time, and I’ve never felt like this, like if I don’t get some relief, I may just cease to exist. Is this even normal?

“Truth,” I manage to say.

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