Page 54 of How to Seduce a Slender

Smith pivoted to face her, seeing her shy, sheepish, guilty face turn from him. “Ms. Deathless.”

“No,” she murmured, pouting.

“Melody,” he warned again, already chuckling to himself.

“No,” she asserted, looking him dead in the static of his face.

“Sweet girl, I think you’ve lied to me, and are not, in fact, fine. And that little run earlier ran you ragged, didn’t it?” He leaned over her, scooping up the other hand in his free one.

“I don’t think the chase is what wiped me out,” she grumbled under her breath.

“What was that?” he countered, having fully heard her. Smith hoped she would repeat it. And Melody Deathless never backed down from a challenge.

She glared right at him before speaking up. “We both know that chase isn’t what did me in, now was it? So, what’s my punishment, huh? You going to spank me?”

Immediately her face burst into a fiery blister, her mouth hanging open in shock. Now, Smith hadn’t considered spanking…until that moment. He hadn’t actually considered punishment. Clauses and consequences to actions within a contract always needed to be negotiated. And, of course, he never imagined she’d purposely get herself in trouble. Then again, he should have seen it coming. Melody had been the one to stick out her tongue at him, knowing full and well what he would do. She was the one to fly through the graveyard, knowing full and well he’d chase her. She put out her pinkie for a promise, knowing full and well that Smith’s favorite thing was a good deal.He had warned her.

Smith slithered till he was nose to nose with her, hunching over her like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. “Well, now that you’vesuggested it.”

Melody let out a nervous giggle. “It’s not going to hurt…is it?”

“Who said anything about pain?” he purred. “Only if you ask for it. However, spanking seems like a fine punishment to the crime, don’t you agree?”

He gave her the chance to pull away, to decline, to suggest something else. Smith was more than reasonable. If she wasn’t comfortable with the act, then by all means, they could do something else. However…if she agreed…

Melody chewed on her lower lip, staring up into the fuzz of his face. He was on pins and needles, primed to strike or retreat given her answer.

“Ten?” She arched a brow.

“You want to do ten?” he repeated, sealing the deal.

“Ten seems fair. I did lie about being alright but I did obey all your rules, so…yes, Ten.” Her shoulders were square, her cheeks scorched red, her hair tossed back behind her.

“Ten it is, sweet girl.” His raspy voice filled the air as he dropped an arm out of his legs to scoop up hers. Melody let out a cute, short yelp as he wrangled her in his arms. “Then we go to sleep.”

Chapter Nineteen:

Melody

Maybeithadbeena bit silly to lie about how well she felt. She’d told Agatha she could use a little tending to…and she wasn’t mad at the idea of Smith taking care of her. But in the moment, she was feeling flirty, teasing, and a smidgen petulant. Smith liked when she fought him, just enough to give him chase. Just enough to make him hungry and dragons above if she didn’t like the feeling of him baring over her. The way a mouth full of shark teeth flashed before her and his static grew still enough to see him clearly. Her thighs were clenching, and it wasn’t the drain.

Then she’d gone and let her fucking mouth talk him into spanking her. She’dneverlet anyone spank her. That was far too intimate and intense for casual flings. Plus, there hadn’t been a single person she trusted to balance a quick sting with pleasure. Yet, there was something about him that radiated control. Smith might be the only person she’d trust with her darker desires. He wouldn’t hurt her. If anything, he might be too soft, and she’d have to beg him to strike her harder.

Was it hot in the bedroom or was it just the fabric wrapped around her neck? The nightgown that Dahlia pulled on her was a high neck, long sleeve, with buttons down the front. Simple but elegant, the kind that princesses wore in the story books she daydreamed about in her youth. It was soft and comfortable, keeping out the chill of the manor. Melody suddenly wanted nothing more than to rip it off. What she wouldn’t do to have Smith tear the fabric off her flesh and spread her across the bed.

Smith set her down on her feet in front of the bed as he stalked behind her. The shiver of anticipation turned into a full body tremble as long fingers bunched up the fabric around her ankles. Inch by inch, he dragged it up until she wasn’t sure her bones could take much more rattling. Then he brushed against the back of her thighs, across the silk covered globes of her ass and the reality of it all settled in.

Right…I’d asked for ten. I’m getting ten.

Her mouth ran dry.

“Are you ready?” He breathed in her ear.

Melody nodded vigorously, not trusting her vocal cords not to fuck up the words. She didn’t want him taking her quivering voice for fear.It definitely wasn’t fear.Not as her insides clenched. Not as her clitbeggedhim to miss a few times. Not as her skin broke out in goosebumps in anticipation.

“Spread those pretty legs, sweet girl.” She was his wolf on a leash, at his command. Desire shot through her hot and fast as she slid them apart steadily. Then his evil little chuckle filled her ear. “Good girl, now, hands on the bed.”

Melody all but slapped her palms onto the duvet. Smith applied a small hand to her shoulders, bringing her face closer to the mattress. A cool breeze brushed against her exposed skin. She didn’t realize how wet she was until her pussy clenched from the touch of frost to the front of her panties.

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