Page 65 of The Mentor
He instantly pulled me close again. “What happens if I say no to you spanking me?”
My eyes traveled to the door, hoping he would buy into my trap.
Archer drew a sigh. “Okay,” he muttered. “If it really turns you on and I get to do exactly what I want with you afterward, then I’ll let you do it.” He raised a finger to my face. “But you have to swear that you never ever tell anyone about it, and I’ll only let you do it this once.”
I swallowed a laugh. How could Archer possibly think I would be aroused by hitting him. Me? The biggest pacifist he had ever met.
“So?” He shrugged and looked a little insecure. “You want me to take off my pants or what?”
The sane part of me wanted to say: “No, I was just kidding,” but not so long ago this big brute had humiliated me with a spanking, and my inner devil whispered that I deserved a little payback, so I quietly nodded my head.
Archer’s cabin was dimly lit by a small lamp next to his bed, but my eyes zoomed in on him and I didn’t miss a thing when he stepped out of his pants and gave me a last frown before he turned his back on me. He had the firmest buttocks I had ever seen and they rested on top of his strong, toned legs.
“Bend over,” I instructed and covered my smile with a hand. It was a good thing he had his back to me or he would have caught on to my prank.
I was just going to give him one hard smack in the butt before I told him that I wasn’t serious. One little groan of pain from him would be enough to satisfy my childish need for revenge.
I raised my hand, took a deep intake of air, and hit him. Maybe because it was such an unnatural thing for me to do, there was no force behind it.
Archer turned his head with a raised eyebrow. “I thought you said you were going to spank me – what the hell was that?”
Tightening my lips, I raised my hand again and this time, I didn’t hold back.Smack. The sound was loud and I wanted to apologize right away, but again he turned his head and the expression in his eyes said: “You’re pathetic.”
“What?” I asked, annoyed that he hadn’t at least groaned a little in pain.
“Nothing. I just wanted to see if it really turns you on.”
“Oh, it does,” I lied and smacked him again.
“How long are you going to tickle me?” Archer asked dryly. “I’m kind of impatient to get tomyfantasy.”
“It’s not really working for me,” I said. “Would you mind adding something?”
He puffed out air. “I’m not going to call you mama, if that’s what you want. That’s too twisted even for my taste.”
“I don’t want you to call me mama,” I said quickly. “But it would be nice if you thank me when I hit you.”
“You want me to thank you for spanking me?” His tone was incredulous.
“Yes, if you could say…” I thought about it before I continued. “Thank you, Kya, I’m so sorry for being such a jerk,’ that would beveryarousing.”
Archer laughed and shook his head. “Sorry, beautiful, but that ain’t happening.”
“Just once?” I pleaded.
“And I have your word I can do exactly what I want to with you after that?”
“As long as you don’t hurt me,” I reminded him.
His head fell down and he took a deep intake of air before he steadied himself and said: “Okay,onetime, but it better make you soaking wet with arousal so you’re ready for what I want to do.”
“I’m sure it will,” I said and waited for him to get into position again.
Raising my hand, I hit him as hard as I could, wishing to get thatonegroan of pain from him.
I didn’t, but he did say dryly: “Thank you Kya, I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”
A deep male laugh erupted and we both spun around to see Finn peeking his head in through the door.
