Page 26 of T is for…

“Yours until dawn.” Tara put her hand in his, and when he tugged, she came to him willingly. Eagerly.

Nathan’s cock twitched, that reaction far stronger than any time another woman had said that or similar.

He carefully gathered the hair that had fallen forward, bringing it back over her shoulder and then gathering the rest into a tail in one hand. Her hair was cool and heavy in his grip.

Still holding her hair loosely in his left hand, he reached back with his right, sliding his fingers into the heavy locks and along the curve of her skull.

He made a fist, gripping her by the roots of her long hair. Her gasp satisfied some dark part of his soul.

With a tug, he forced her head up and back, exposing the line of her delicate neck.

Nathan bent, licking the side of her throat he hadn’t yet tasted, and this time when he reached the corner of her jaw, he sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

She wore small gold hoop earrings, and he flicked the warm metal with his tongue before tugging gently and letting her earlobe slide out of his mouth.

When he lifted his head, she was breathing hard, her hands gripping his sides as if he were her anchor. She pulled against his hold, probably trying to drop her chin so she could look at him.

Nathan tugged on her hair, eliciting a sweet little gasp.

“I like the noises you make.” He ran his open mouth along the line of her jaw, and then down her throat, letting her feel the edge of his teeth.

“What do I call you?” Her voice was slightly strained due to the position of her head.

Nathan leaned back, eyeing her breasts and then tracing the lower curves with one finger. “Whatever feels right.”

“I’d rather know what you prefer,” she countered. “Unless the point is for me to get it wrong so you can punish me?”

Still holding her hair, Nathan pulled her forward until their bodies were flush. He turned her head to the side, her cheek against his shoulder, her breath washing the base of his neck with each exhale.

“I told you I don’t do that. I’m not going to set you up to fail so that I can spank you. I don’t need an excuse, or a reason, to put you over my knee.”

He felt her full body shiver of arousal and reached around to palm her ass. There were more straps here, and he traced the lines that crossed her cheeks—two curving around from the front, and a third that was tucked between, G-string style.

He tugged one of the cross straps higher on her butt, then smacked that ass cheek, coming up from the bottom to get the lower curve. Tara groaned in what sounded like relief, as if she’d been desperately waiting to have her plump bottom reddened.

He was happy to be the man to do it.

The smack was loud, and for a moment, the conversations around them lulled as everyone looked over. When there were no further spanks, conversations started up again.

“I wonder which you’ll like more,” he murmured. “Being over my knee as I spank you and call you a bad girl while you wiggle and try to get away, or being strapped down to a spanking bench while I slap this lush ass and praise what a good girl you’re being to take your punishment.”

Tara moaned, bumping her hips back to make space between their bodies, her hands finding the stiff buttons of his vest and trying to work them loose. When that didn’t work, she dropped her hands to his crotch, rubbing his hard cock.

Nathan buried his lips in her hair, hiding his smile, though with her cheek against his shoulder, she wouldn’t have seen his expression anyway. “I can’t decide if you’re being bratty, bossy, or needy.”

She stiffened. “You know how I feel about being called bossy.”

He pulled her away so he could look at her, though he didn’t release his tight hold on her hair. And when Tara tried to turn away, he gave her a warning tug that made her go still.

“I know, and I shouldn’t have used that word. For that, I’m sorry. But my question stands. Are you being a brat, topping from the bottom, or just desperate for cock?”

“I’m not a brat.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“And I don’t want to top from the bottom. Giving up control is why I’m here.”

“Then you’re hungry for cock.”

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