Page 10 of Wicked Fantasies

Julia wiggled, trying to dislodge his hand, suddenly embarrassed by his words. “I’m sorry,” she said miserably, silently cursing her lack of experience. The fact that he could tell how much his touch, his words, his threats of a spanking turned her on was simply too much. What must he think of her?

His chuckle brought her hackles back up. “Sorry?” he said. “You’re heaven on earth, Brown Eyes, and you’re sorry for it? It’s too late for apologies and it’s too late to stop. Now hold still.”

With that, he brought his hand down upon her bottom—harder than she expected. Shock coursed through her. The pain of the blow fueled the growing fire inside her. He spanked her five more times, each time his hand hitting a different area, the pain increasing the pleasure flowing through her. Soon, she began to anticipate and even look forward to the next strike.

He shifted her to reach beneath her, his finger stroking her swollen bud, pressing lightly at first and then with added pressure, while his other hand caressed her sore bottom.

“Oh my God,” she cried, moving against his hands, trying to get closer to the magic he was performing.

“Hush. Let me take care of you, Brown Eyes.”

“But,” she said, feeling herself at the brink of something she didn’t recognize, her body shaking uncontrollably, “it feels too good. I don’t know what to do. I can’t take this.”

“Of course you can, Jules. You’re going to take everything I give you and then you’re going to beg me for more.” His light touches on her clit became stronger, his movements faster.

“No.” Julia shuddered, suddenly desperate to escape the sensations he was creating inside her. “Please stop. I told you. I don’t know what to do.” Tears began to fall down her cheeks and she quickly tried to swipe them away. She couldn’t make a fool of herself in front of him.

Ross paused briefly. “What to do? Jules, I’m going to make you come. Haven’t you ever had an orgasm before?”

“No,” she whispered miserably, trying once again to escape his hold. “I can’t. Please let me go.” She tried to move, but Ross held her down tightly, still across his lap.

“Angel,” he said, “I’m a little confused here. You’ll have to bear with me.”

“Confused?” She attempted to relax, despite the fact she felt silly in the position.

“Brown Eyes, you can describe an orgasm to perfection with words. I know—I’ve read every single one of your books. Now, I find out you’ve never actually experienced one.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I happen to have a marvelous imagination. Besides, I read and do research, you know.”

Ross burst into laughter. Julia’s temper erupted as she beat her fists against his thighs—the only part of him she could reach.

“Jules,” he said, restraining her with seeming ease, his voice laced with mirth, “I won’t tell you again not to fight me.”

“Why are you doing this? It’s humiliating enough without you laughing at me.” His continued torture infuriated her. He’d proven—yet again—that she was an inexperienced, naïve fool.

How many more times tonight was he going to make her feel stupid, unsophisticated, unworthy of his attention?

She simply couldn’t compete with the Bridgets of the world.

“Humiliating?” Slowly, he turned her over and cradled her in his lap. “Oh, Jules, I’m not trying to humiliate you. I just want to show you what you’re missing. Look at me,” he demanded, lifting her chin to face him. “Look at me.”

Slowly, she raised her eyes to his, almost surprised to see Ross. Her same, sweet, comfortable friend Ross. He smiled at her and she couldn’t stop herself from responding in kind.

“I’ve made a mess of this, haven’t I?” he asked. “As far as seductions go, I have to admit, this has been my worst.”

Unwilling to hear Ross berate himself, Julia immediately tried to console him. “Oh no. This isn’t your fault. It’s mine. I—I’m afraid I don’t know exactly how to do all of this. It’s been a long time since a man has touched me. A very long time, I’m afraid.”

“All the more reason why you should let me help you do a little research. Otherwise how will you be able to write your book?”

“I’ll never be able to write that damn book. Look at me. I’m a sex disaster.” She tried to cover her bare bottom with her T-shirt somewhat desperately, suddenly embarassed to be so exposed.

“Not a disaster, Jules, just inexperienced. I could help you with that, if you would let me.”

“Help me how?” His earlier promise to help her research her novel still rang in her ears. Ross always had a plan and Julia shuddered to think what his devious, gorgeous mind was plotting.

“I think I’ve made it fairly obvious that I’m attracted to you. I have been for quite some time. Why don’t we work on this project together? I want you—very badly—and you need more experience—sexually. We could explore some of these things together.”

“Things?” Julia asked. “What does that mean?”

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