“Baby, I meant that. My cock will stay in my pants until our wedding night, but I am going to ravage you every day to show you how good it’s going to be between us for the rest of our lives.”
My whimper turns into a moan as he strokes my throat. His grip is firm, trapping me in place, making me feel things I never imagined possible. If I were wearing panties, they would be soaked. Instead, my arousal is running down my thighs.
I bring my legs together tightly.
He shakes his head. “Part your feet, baby.”
My breath hitches.
“Now, Arianna. Spread your legs, naughty girl. No more trying to get yourself off. You’ll earn my touch on your pussy.”
“Dallas…” My voice is strained and desperate. I grab his forearm at my throat.
He lowers his other hand to my back, pulls my dress up to expose my bottom, and squeezes one of my cheeks. “Did I not spank you hard enough this morning, baby?”
I’m panting. He spanked me hard. My butt still stings. But that isn’t stopping me from wishing he would do it again. My cheeks heat. My clit is throbbing. My pussy pulses so much that I might come just from standing here with Dallas.
Dallas spreads his fingers on my butt cheek and slides his thumb down the crack of my ass until it rests against my puckered hole.
I gasp and try to pull away, but he still holds my neck and jaw. I can’t escape.
His finger presses against my forbidden hole. “I’m going to count to three. If your pretty legs aren’t spread open, I’m going to bend you over this bed and put a plug in this tight hole to serve as a reminder all evening that your thighs should not be touching.
I tremble all over at his threat. I shouldn’t be turned on by his filthy suggestion, but I am. He’s tapping my rosebud, and I’m shocked to realize I’d like to know what it will feel like for him to penetrate me there. What’s wrong with me?
“One…”
I jerk my feet apart. I may be curious, but not enough to actually want to experience what he’s threatening. Not tonight, anyway.
“Good girl.” He strokes my tight hole again. “This hole is mine, though, Arianna. Just like your pussy. I will eventually claim it. You’ll beg me to.”
I can’t breathe because if I do, I’m afraid I’ll start purring and give away my secret lust-filled thoughts.
“Now, I want you to lean over the side of the bed and pull your dress up so I can spank that naughty bottom again and remind you what happens to disobedient girls who don’t obey quicker than that. If I have to resort to counting when I tell you to do something, you can assume that your bottom will end up red.”
My butt is still hot from this morning, but the truth is I enjoyed the burn, and I’m kind of sorry it has subsided. There’s no way I would tell Dallas that, though.
When he releases me, he points to the side of the bed.
I shuffle around to the middle of the mattress and lower my front over the edge. It’s high off the floor, and I can barely keep my toes from dangling.
“Dress, baby,” he reminds me as he comes to my side.
I was so focused on how erotic this was that I forgot the second half of his command. I quickly pull it up, exposing my ass to his gaze. “Sorry, Sir.”
He pushes the cotton material higher. “Good girl. Why am I spanking you, baby?”
I lick my lips and whisper, “Because I didn’t part my thighs when you asked me to.”
“And are your knees wide enough now?”
My breath hitches. Shit. I jerk them wider so they aren’t touching. I can barely reach the floor now. “Sorry, Sir.”
When he guides my hands above my head and then flattens his palm on my lower back, I start panting. I love it when he restrains me. “I’m only going to swat you enough to make you squirm during dinner so everyone will know I spanked you a second time today while we were upstairs.”
I shiver. The thought of Claire, Ryder, and possibly even Gretchen knowing I let Dallas spank me yet again will be enough to keep my face heated all evening.
The room is spinning, and he hasn’t even started yet. I’m under the most bizarre spell with this man. He’s bringing out a kinky side I never knew existed. I didn’t even know I had a sexual side, let alone kinky.