Page 293 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
I nod, though my hands clutch the sheets like a lifeline. “I think so.”
The clipboard hits my ass with a sharp smack. I jerk, more from instinct than pain.
Fuck.
That stings.
And it also doesn’t.
I breathe out, chest tight, trying to act steady, but my heart’s hammering. Heat spreads low, hot, and fast, and I realize Iwantmore, even as my back tenses for the next hit.
“How was that?” Her tone is light, but I catch the seriousness and caring underneath.
She’s checking to make sure I’m alright, and fuck, I appreciate her for it.
I clear my throat, trying to sound casual. “Good.”
But my ass still tingles. The truth is, Iwantanother one.
She smirks. “Just good? Or do you want more?”
I shift slightly, trying to hide how turned on I am. “For you, I can take another.” I move, bracing again.
The clipboard hits harder this time, sharp and quick. I can’t help the gasp that slips out. My chest tightens, and my cock stirs.
Fuck.
That actually feels good—more than I expect. My back stiffens for a second and then relaxes as heat spreads low and fast. Surrendering to her is intoxicating, like a shot of adrenaline straight through me.
“Not so bad, right?”
I clear my throat, exhaling shakily, my ass still tingling from the last smack, and low heat spreads through me. I realize I have more than a stirring cock. My full-on erection presses against the sheets.
Fuck, I’m turned on, and we haven’t even really started yet.
“Again,” I mutter before I even think.
Her hand comes down again, the clipboard slapping harder this time. I jerk, letting out a short gasp, and my body reacts before my brain does, my hips shifting slightly, my muscles tensing, my pulse hammering.
The sting hits, but the rush—hot and electric—races through my veins like fire.
“You like that,” she teases, her voice low and bossy. “Don’t lie to me.”
I swallow, feeling the warmth pool deeper, and I admit it to myself, almost with surprise.
Yeah...I fucking like this.
My ass burns, my cock strains, and my body is wide awake in a new way.
She’s got me, fully.
I nod, unable to say the words.
“Good,” she whispers, leaning close.
I brace.
The next smack lands harder this time. Sharp throb, heat spreading, and I push down a gasp, digging my fingers into the sheets.
