Page 8 of Snowbound Princess

"If you want them so badly, take them off yourself."

Bastian reached forward and hooked a finger on either side of the flimsy garment then yanked them off. He pocketed her panties and raised an eyebrow. "Bend over the couch."

Shit. He meant business. Moisture pooled in between her thighs, and she pressed her legs together as if she could keep her arousal at bay. Snark usually worked in this scenario, or at least it had with all the other men she had ever encountered. Of course, Bastian never did as she predicted. She did as he asked, but she shook her ass all the same. Four hard slaps landed on the fullest part of her behind.

“Ouch!” Kay arched upward, but he pressed her hips down into the couch. Why hadn't she thought this through?

“We don't have rules, and we're not in a relationship, but I'd like to establish both of those by the time the roads are cleared. I'm not going to ask you right now, but I expect a well-thought-out answer the next time we talk about our status. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir." She exhaled sharply. Sir just flew out of her mouth as easily as Daddy had last night after Bastian had tucked her into bed.

Kay longed for a real relationship with him, one where all of his attention was focused on her, plus rules. She needed a Daddy, and he was just the man to be hers, but she was scared. She had been rejected so many times in her life, not just by him but by other men who just used her to get closer to her supermodel colleagues or to get invited to fancy parties where the guestlists included celebrities. It was sickening. None of them ever really wanted to date her. Bastian never treated her poorly, even though he had refused her advances in the past. No, he had always been different. Something about him kept her intrigued, and he was the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on. Once her punishment was completed she could grab the reindeer by the horns and give this thing with Bastian a real attempt.

If my butt survives the blizzard.

“Good girl.” He ran his hand over her ass, lightly caressing, something he hadn’t done the first time he spanked her all those years ago, and she stifled a moan. It made her want to be good for him all the time… well almost. She did have fun being his naughty little girl sometimes, and believed he enjoyed it as well.

Bastian alternated light taps and sharp smacks to every inch of her full globes and down to the top of her thighs. Over and over his hand landed. Hard. Fast. Blow after blow landed against her rump while she groaned.

“I’m sorry!”

He paused and rubbed his palm over her heated cheeks and the gesture worried her. “I believe you, but we’re not done yet.” Two heavy blows suddenly hit her right side and then her left. Two more thudded on each cheek followed by another two.

Kayleigh threw her hands over her butt and stopped the brush from falling again. "Stop! Ow!”

"Drop your hands."

"Or?"

"Or we're going to flip that coin again. This time it'll determine which end I fuck first."

Of all the consequences he could have threatened, she'd never expected that one to fly out of his mouth. Part of it tightened her belly, but the other part caused fire to surge through her veins. She shot to her feet and turned around to face him, her hands flying to her hips as she stared.

"I've wanted you for so many years, but you've rejected me all this time. Now you show up here promising the sort of relationship I've wanted while also threatening to fuck me as a punishment?"

“You better hope I don't decide to fuck your tight little ring as a punishment. I only mentioned that the coin would determine where I start.”

Something about the utter naughtiness coupled with his authoritative tone fueled her arousal even more and a tiny whimper of a moan fell out of her lips.

“Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?” Bastian slid his hand into her scalp, in between her two pigtails. “You want me to claim your ass on your parents’ couch?” Kay whimpered again. “You naughty girl.”

“I've never let anyone back there.” Her face flamed as hot as fire, and she opened and shut her mouth several times. “I don't want the first time we have sex to be a punishment.”

“Then you had better get back into the position I put you in.”

"Then?" Someone like him should not be staring at her with such an implement in his hand, but he looked so damn sexy even while the threat of another round of correction loomed.

"You'll get five on each side."

“Then?" she asked again even as she resigned herself to follow the command, and folded herself over the couch cushions.

"You're such a little brat." He targeted each of her sit spots with his hand and smacked hard. "No more surmising. Count."

"One." She braced herself. Fuck. The brush walloped each side with a resounding thud. If Bastian had created this scenario to change her mindset, she imagined an actual punishment would be unbearable. "Two."

The next pair followed in fast succession. Bastian pressed his palm down on her lower back and delivered the next set. “Stay still, Kay.”

"Three.” She cried out when they hit her upper thighs and she shook her head. “Fo-four.”

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