Page 18 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
“If… If I agree that I might have been a bit unwelcoming toward you, will you stop spanking me?” she questioned, her voice a mixture of frustration and hesitant acceptance.
My chest expanded in victory, but I couldn’t revel in it just yet.
She was almost there.
Right on the very edge, ready to topple over, and all she needed was a little push.
“If you agree, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want me to do, darlin’.”
I could hear her sharp intake of breath as her head swiveled to the side as if trying to meet my eyes. Only her profile was visible to me but I could see the glimmer of unshed tears brimming in her eyes.
Fuck.
While a part of me worried that I’d been too rough, another part took pleasure in evoking such strong emotions from her. I wanted to lick the tears from her face and give her endless amounts of toe-curling pleasure.
“I…” Her voice sounded clogged with uncertainty, and already I could feel my knees quivering in anticipation. “I… I admit it, Lawson—I’m a brat. Now will you please make me feel good?”
My eyes immediately slammed shut from the intensity of her words. A grand slam of feelings struck me straight in the gut and before I knew it, I was dropping down onto my knees before her.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned as my eager mouth was now only inches away from her ass. “Took you long enough.”
A soft, angelic-like laughter filled the air.
“I didn’t have much of a choice, seeing as this was my only way to get you to stop.”
I let her snarky comment slide since this was all new to her. Then leaning forward, I palmed her least red cheek and brought my mouth down onto her skin.
“Don’t act like you didn’t fuckin’ love what I was doing.” I ravaged her wounds in sloppy, wet kisses as she gasped in surprise. “You could have walked away whenever you wanted to, darlin’. I wasn’t holdin’ you hostage. If anything, I don’t think you wanted me to stop.”
I flicked my tongue playfully against her at first, testing her out before I laid it flat along the raised welts on her backside. It didn’t take long before I was tracing a path down her curves, seeking out every inch of skin I could reach.
In response, she let out a hiss. One filled with pleasure and pain, but shortly after, a sigh of relief had escaped from her lips.
“Why… Why are you doing this?” She shifted herself farther into my face, initiating my tongue to dip toward her crack.
Fuck, I wanted to taste more of her.
“Told you I wanted to make you feel better,” I grunted.
Now fully engrossed in the mission of relieving her pain, I shifted over to the other cheek.
The beat-up one that needed a hell of a lot more TLC.
“This side sore, darlin’?” I asked while accessing the damage.
“What do you think?” she gritted just as I lashed my tongue out. What was supposed to be a tender, loving caress had turned cruel. “Fuck! Yes, Lawson. Yes, it’s sore!”
A grin curled my mouth as I settled my tongue and went back to worshiping. No longer distraught, her whole body slackened on a groan.
“There’s my girl. Who knew that all you needed was a little ass spankin’ to get rid of all that brattiness.” My head tilted to the side, where my cheek was now resting against her curves. I couldn’t stop licking. I couldn’t help but savor every taste, letting my palms explore all over.
“Lawson, please…” she pleaded. “I need…”
She whimpered as if struggling with admitting to me and herself what she wanted.
“Tell me what you need,” I begged. “Please, just fuckin’ tell me and end this misery once and for all for the both of us.”
I shouldn’t be the one on my knees, face buried into her ass, begging, but goddamn, this woman made me want to do crazy things. Never in my life had I felt so barbaric in my attempts at making a woman mine, but I didn’t give a single fuck, because it seemed to be working.
