Page 16 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
“You… You can’t just…”
“Oh, I can and I will.” My fingers expertly unbuttoned the top of her pants, causing a moment of panic to filter across her face. “The second you said that you don’t need me, you gave me permission to do this, baby.”
Surprise flashed in her eyes, but they soon went dark with arousal.
Her zipper then went next. With one steady pull, her pants had loosened, causing a heaviness to fill the air around us. Like a powerful swoosh of “this is actually happening” struck us both.
It was exhilarating and so damn powerful I could barely find my next breath.
“Tell me you need this, Diana.” I detached my hand from the nape of her neck and brought both my hands down onto each side of her hips. Then wiggling my thumbs inside the seam of her pants, I began to shimmy them down her body.
After she let out a sharp hiss from the cold air hitting her skin, only heavy breaths and the sound of nylon leaving her body could be heard.
Holy fuck, she was actually letting me do this.
And just when I thought I’d be greeted with the sight of some ridiculous-looking Christmas panties covering her perfect ass, I wasn’t. Instead I was surprised with nothing but golden, creamy skin on her beautifully sculpted backside.
I was left fuckin’ breathless.
Plump and nothing short of captivating, I had to take a second to savor this moment. To catch my fucking breath and remind myself of the game plan here.
Don’t you dare fuck her yet and don’t you dare let her come.
I wanted to.
Fuckin’ Christ did I, but before she deserved anything that even closely resembled an orgasm, she needed to be disciplined.
Once I had her pants down to her mid-thigh, I then greedily palmed each cheek with my palms and squeezed. The striking contrast between my rough, toughened hands against her soft, milky skin had the cool air igniting all around us.
“Your ass was made for my hands, Diana,” I growled while continuing to knead my fingers into her flesh.
“Oh my god,” she cried out as her head tipped back on a groan.
“You like that?” I gave her one last squeeze before pulling away entirely. “You like my big hands gropin’ your perfect little ass, Diana?”
She let out a frustrated whine that had me grinning from ear to ear.
“Not in the least,” she grounded out through angry, gritted teeth.
Before I knew it, I had drawn my hand back and delivered a crisp, forceful smack to her backside that sent a thrill through the both of us.
Holy fuck.
“Not in the least, huh? You tryna piss me off, darlin’?”
She was breathing heavily now.
“What… What is spanking me going to prove, Lawson? That you’re the one in charge, or just that you know how to handle a woman who won’t back down to domineering men?”
Fuck, she was mouthy.
“It ain't about provin’ who’s in charge. We all know that at the end of the day it's you who wears the boots around here, I’m just here reminding you that I’m the man that can handle your mouth.”
“Handle me? This is what you consider handling me? Spanking me like a child?” she sneered, causing my hand to twitch with the need to give her another firm hit.
“I’m spankin’ you like a woman who needs disciplined.” I sent another solid slap against her ass cheek, sending her perfectly round globes rocking. “Now admit that you’ve been a fuckin’ brat since the moment I dropped off your tree and maybe I’ll stop.”
Her poor ass was already the shade of bright red and the negative temperatures probably weren’t making things any better either. A part of me wanted to carry her inside into the warmth of her home and continue where we left off there but I feared if I stopped, she’d kick me to the curb.
