Page 75 of Undeniably Enemies

He chokes on his bite of eggs. “Such a fucking brat.”

“What are you going to do, Jack? Spank the good girl back into me?”

A dark and devious look crosses his way too handsome face. He sets his fork down and slowly stands, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart rate spikes, and the flickering rush of adrenaline now coursing through me tells me to run. But I don’t. I hold firm and hold his gaze and don’t back down for a second. He likes that. I can see it in him.

Jack wants me to submit, but he doesn’t want me weak, and it turns me on like nothing else. My empty core floods with heat, and the thought of his hands on my body again makes me want to rub my thighs together and moan.

“If that’s what you need, sweetheart, that’s what I’ll have to do.”

“Fuck off.” I start to run when his arm bands around my waist and he spins me back to him until I crash directly into his chest.

His chin dips down as mine tips up. “I believe I warned you about saying that to me, Miss Fritz.”

His arm slides the dishes across the counter with a jarring clanking loudness until they practically smash into the wall. In a flash, he spins me around once more and has me flattened, chest to stone against the counter. I can’t think. My mind scrambles, and my thoughts go haywire. But he doesn’t touchmy arms or wrists, and he doesn’t hold me down or restrict my movements.

Instead, he lowers my joggers to the ground along with my thong, and I realize it’s because he knows I want this as much as he does. He doesn’t have to hold me down, and with that, I don’t have to panic. My breathing slows, and my mind clears, especially when his hands start to caress the backs of my thighs and the globes of my ass.

“You have such a perfect ass, Miss Fritz.” More rubbing, and his breath against my skin, makes me gasp and shake. “It’ll be such a shame to have to mark it.” His teeth sink into my right cheek, and I shriek out a cry even as I rock forward, meeting nothing but air in front of me. “What’s your safe word?”

Oh my god. I thought he was kidding with that, but his tone is suggesting no such thing. “Chocolate.” I close my eyes and bite my lip so I don’t whimper. As it is, I’m positive my pussy is starting to leak my wetness, and I’m also positive if he spread my legs—fuck, like he is now—he’d see it. Shit.

“Look at you, beautiful girl.” One finger slides up along the soft tissue of my inner thigh, swirling through the mess I’m already making for him. His tongue follows his finger and his groans against my skin as he approves. “This is going to be impossible to give up.” Both hands squeeze my ass, hard, and spread my cheeks. “You know that, right?”

I do know that, which is why I choose not to respond. Jack was always impossible for me to give up, though I’ve tried—and mostly succeeded—on several occasions.

“I believe I get two sets,” he says in a low, calm voice, and I feel him stand. His chest meets my back, and instinctively I buck, but he doesn’t press down. He simply places his mouth by my ear and speaks, and I do my best to hold on and not show how much I hate him against me like this. “You were a brat and told me to fuck off. That’s two transgressions. I think two sets of four.”

My teeth sink deeper into my lip, and I can feel tears threatening. He knows about the fours, this I already knew, but does he know the reason for them?

“How many is that, Miss Fritz?”

“Eight.”

“Perfect.” A kiss to the skin just beneath my ear.

He’s gone from my back, and I suck in a ragged breath, holding in my emotions even as my body trembles.

“I’ll need you to count for me, sweetheart.”

And that’s when the first strike hits.Smack. My ass stings, and my body buzzes.

“One.”

I don’t even fight. I want this. And that should scare me because I feel more and more of myself giving in to him. Succumbing.Submitting. If he asked me to get on my knees for him now, I would. Especially with the way he strokes me in between, rubbing my hair and my back and my ass. The words of praise that drip from his mouth are not condescending but prideful and respectful and worshipful.

He gets to four, and I hum, already lost and crawling into some alternate place. That warm, safe place where only he knows how to take me.

Smack. “Five.”Smack. “Six.”Smack. “Seven.”Smack. “Eight.”

His mouth is back on my heated skin, and he’s kissing me and licking me and touching me so gently. He splits my cheeks and starts to lick me from my asshole down to my clit, where he sucks it into his mouth. I cry out, reaching for the other end of the counter but finding no purchase.

“Did you come, sweetheart? It tastes like you did.”

Did I? How messed up would that be? Can you come from someone spanking you?

“More,” I tell him, because if I did, it wasn’t enough, and that’s exactly what I want.

His tongue pushes up inside me, and his finger swirls my clit.

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