My body responded like he’d lit a fire under my skin, and everything coiled up.
“Good girl,” he said.“Fuck, your ass looks amazing.Perfect kind of plump.”Then his big, warm hand was there against my skin, sliding, squeezing gently, roughly, gently again.“I’m going to spank you now.If you need me to stop, say so, okay?”
“Yes,” I said.Subconsciously, I fidgeted, pushing my ass into his hand.
His dark chuckle seemed to emphasize how far out of my depth I was.
“Just get on with it.”
His hand lifted, and I thought for a moment he was going to pull away and kick me out the room, then it landed against my skin with a thunderousclap.The sharp sting was followed by my shocked gasp.“The fuck!”I was still processing spank number one when his hand lifted and came back down, this time on the other cheek.
“That’s for pretending to be drunk.”
“What?”
Spank!Spank!
The next two were sharper still, and I twisted, throwing a scowl at him.A hand planted in the middle of my back, pushing me back down.“Do you want me to stop, Emma?”
“Well, no.”
Spank!Spank!
“Fuck!That stings.What happened to the buildup?”
Spank!Spank!
Jesus!A short time ago, I was gloating over my lack of cursing.Now I was like Sloane!
Spank!Spank!
The pain morphed into a dull ache, and the dull ache kicked off a throbbing between my legs.My pussy clenched with every spank, and now I was biting my lips to stifle my groan.
“There we go,” he said, palm gliding over my ass.
“Was, ah, that it?Are we done now?”I was ready to move on to the good part, restless underneath his touch.My pussy felt slick, and the nipple he’d petted earlier began to throb in tandem.I wanted his mouth there and his hands, and I wanted him to do something about this terrible ache.
What I didn’t anticipate was for him to spank me again.
Spank!Spank!
“If you suspect a man is an asshole, you don’t fucking go up to him.Understood?”
“What?”
Spank!Spank!
“Yes!”
Spank!Spank!
“Fuck!”
“Especially not in the fucking alpha zone!”
Spank!Spank!
“And don’t ever.”