Page 17 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
“I have nothing to admit to.”
SMACK.
“Fuck!” she shouted.
“Wrong answer, baby.”
Her groan lingered, transforming into a breathless moan that had my cock spasming for more.
“Because your ass looks too fuckin’ good with my handprint on it, I’ll give you one more chance to say what I want to hear.”
A heavy silence hung in the air, potent with unspoken tension and a rising need to confront the undeniable truth that lingered between us. But I knew now wasn’t the right time. Not when she was still searching for every reason to ignore whatever this was.
“Don’t go all quiet on me now, darlin’.” I teased the side of my hand down the seam of her ass until her body erupted in shivers. Every inch of her was smooth perfection and it took every ounce of willpower I had to resist the overwhelming urge to slip my fingers down to find her core.
Would she soak my hand?
I might not find out now, but I sure as hell was going to find out tonight.
“I’m not giving you—” I had already anticipated her defiance, bringing my palm down onto her backside once again. Her skin blossomed to an even more intense shade of red.
“Fuck… I swear to god, Lawson!” she growled, causing my mouth to curl.
“Swear to god, what? What are you gonna do, baby?” I goaded. “Give me what I want to hear and I’ll stop.”
“Never,” she panted.
Fuck, this woman…
Then three more precise cracks to her already scarlet ass later, my dick felt as though it was ready to burst through the confines of my jeans. For someone who didn’t want this, she sure was moaning a lot.
“Stop bein’ so damn stubborn, woman. and give in,” I said through gritted teeth.
I knew she was stubborn, but holy fuck was she giving me a run for my money. More than anything, I knew she wanted to accept this, but for whatever reason, she was denying us both.
And it was really beginning to piss me off.
“Lawson, please,” she whimpered, her whole body now quivering and shaking from the aftershocks. “No… no more.”
She sounded sincere in her efforts at trying to plead with me, but I knew better than to fall for it. If she could handle the trials and tribulations of being a single mother, she could most certainly handle this.
“You know how to make this stop, Diana. Admit to me that you’re a brat and I promise I’ll take the pain and make you feel good.”
My mind erupted with ideas on how I’d eliminate all her pain to make her only experience pleasure. But I couldn’t do that yet until she surrendered.
Until she finally let go of all her fears and doubts and let me in.
I could sense her internal struggle. Her obvious reluctance to hand over the power that she was so used to carrying. If there was a way I could prove to her that I was more than just a man wanting to spend a night with a single mother, I would. But I had a feeling trying to convince her would be like trying to convince my old man to quit smoking.
Nearly fucking impossible.
So instead of giving her another firm spanking, I let her have a moment to process everything. If anything, to let her punishment sink in and how fuckin’ perfect it felt between us.
“I can’t feel my ass.” She sliced through the tension with chattering teeth.
“Sounds like somethin’ I can help you with once you tell me what I want to hear.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my creation. Perfect splotches of red and the outline of my fingers decorated her ass.
Prettiest fuckin’ thing I’d ever seen.
