Page 112 of Ruthless Creatures
He looks at the brush in my hand, then he looks back at me.
His voice comes out thick. “Maybe you should.”
Confused by the tone in his voice and the new, heated look in his eyes, I pause for a second. “Um… what?”
“Maybe you should punish me.”
When I get an idea of what he means and lift my brows in surprise, he nods.
Then he turns and walks to the open doorway, pulls his sweats down to the middle of his thighs, and raises his arms overhead, resting his forearms on the molding around the top of the doorframe.
Legs braced apart, back and ass bare, he looks over his shoulder and waits.
TWENTY-SEVEN
NAT
He’s got one of those perfect, hard, round man asses you see on elite athletes. There’s not an ounce of fat on it. Paler than his back or thighs, the skin there looks soft, tender, and unblemished.
I bet if I smacked it hard with my brush, it would glow cherry red.
I swallow, because my mouth has gone bone dry. There’s a strange buzzing in my ears. I feel a bit lightheaded. My fury has flown out the window, leaving me jacked up on sex endorphins.
No wonder he wants to spank me. Just standing here contemplating the idea of doing it to him has me vibrating all over like one of my toys.
He says, “Don’t worry about hurting me. I have a high tolerance for pain.”
“It’s kind of defeating the whole purpose if you can’t feel it.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be able to feel it. I just don’t want you to hold back.”
His voice is soft and hypnotic. Or maybe I’m feeling hypnotized from all the adrenaline flooding my veins.
When I told him I’d only let him spank me if I could do it to him first, I didn’t think a hypothetical would turn into reality. It was a hollow threat, because what man would let his girlfriend whack him on the ass?
This one, apparently.
He’s an evil genius.
As I move closer to him, the brush grows warmer in my hand, like it’s alive. It’s wooden, with an oversized, flat rectangular top, made to handle thick hair like mine.
It’s basically a paddle.
I stop slightly behind him and to one side. I’ve got a magnificent view of his body, all those tattoos and bulging muscles. Semihard, his thick cock rests against his thigh.
When I lick my lips in agitation, he says gruffly, “Go to ten. I’ll count out loud.”
Ten punishing smacks against his naked ass while he’s counting them off in that hot, rough voice of his…
It’s a Christmas miracle.
He watches me over his shoulder. His breathing has increased. The air in the room feels warm and dangerously charged, like a single spark could set off a gigantic explosion.
“Dammit, Natalie.Do it!”
He must’ve known that snapped command would piss me off, because when my hand flies and the brush connects with his skin with acrack!he makes a satisfied grunt, as if he just won a bet with himself.
Laughter in his voice, he says, “One.”
