Page 5 of Challenging the Billionaire
Massage A Part Of Your Partner’s Body.
Jasmine looked up at Ethan when he returned, handing her the refilled champagne. “I’m supposed to massage you,” she said, setting it on the nightstand. “So sit your ass down.”
He obeyed, but with a dramatic fling of his body across the bed. The alcohol was really loosening him up – Ethan didnotusually act this playful, even in the privacy of their bedroom. “I can think of something for you to massage.” His waggling eyebrows made him look like another person entirely.Who the hell are you?Jasmine needed to cut him off the alcohol before it went too far.
“I told you to keep it in your pants until told otherwise.”
“Yesma’am.”
Jasmine slipped off the bed and rounded the corner, one hand going to Ethan’s shoulder. He sat up, tense, but not fighting off her advances.
“Don’t I do this for you anyway?” Jasmine squeezed his shoulders before trying to relax enough to give him a proper massage. “Is it really a turn on?”
Ethan tensed again, but only so he could chuckle. “I don’t think the act itself is a turn on as much as feeling relaxed and intimate because of the touching.”
Jasmine hardened her grip on his wide shoulders. “Intimate, huh?”
Her breath entered his ear, and right away she heard a low growl in his throat. “I do like it when you touch me, my flower.”
She nipped his ear. Ethan spun the spinner, but before Jasmine could see what it landed on, Ethan not-so-covertly moved the arrow on his own.
“Hey! No chea…”
Jasmine didn’t have a chance to reprimand her billionaire boyfriend for cheating. Because he yanked her arm to the point she fell toward the bed – and then he grabbed her by the hips, hauling her into his lap as he turned around and sat with his legs over the edge of the bed.
She saw the spinner just before his hand landed on her ass.
Spank Something!
“Holy…!” The pain crashed into her brain before she felt her ass become numb through her dress. “Ethan, you…!”
The man never turned down an opportunity to spank his girlfriend. Jasmine could still remember the first time he did it… as punishment for her embarrassing him at work. She never anticipated it making her wet and wild for him. She never expected tolikebeing spanked.
It wasn’t something she could realistically indulge in often, but at least once or twice a month her strong, domineering man pulled her across his lap and made sure she knew what a bad girl she was.
Being sexual.
Being beautiful.
Beingher.
Why, there were so many great reasons to punish her!
Ethan didn’t need a reason tonight. This wasn’t even punishment, per se. This was all a game to someone like Ethan. And to her.
Another spank hit her ass. This one was harder, dirtier, making her nerves flare in pain which her brain came to later register aspleasure.“Ethan…” Her breath was ragged in her throat as her boyfriend grabbed her flesh and kneaded it in his hand. His other hand covered her mouth before descending. Jasmine inhaled deeply before Ethan clutched her throat.
“You’re a presumptuous little woman.” The next spank wasn’t so much a hit as it was a tap. But Jasmine shuddered nonetheless, her body opening to the idea of Ethan Cole spanking her for the next hour. “Thinking you can just take over our anniversary? Didn’t you think I had plans too? I was going to make love to you.”
Another spank. Hard. A red flash of light erupted before Jasmine’s eyes.
“Gentlelove. Now we have to do whatever this game tells us to do? Don’t hold it against me if things get a bit… rough.”
His hand eased its tension on her throat. Ethan pulled the spinner over and tapped it with his finger. “Spin.”
Wearily, Jasmine extended an arm and flicked the spinner. It landed on her mortal enemy.
Ethan laughed, as if he had won. “Go on. Tell me how much you like it when I spank you.”
