Page 37 of Taming His Honeydoll
His eyes were mysterious as he looked down at her in the moonlight. “Maybe she had it coming,” he drawled, a small smile lighting up his face. “Besides, how would you know? Oliver doesn’t seem the sort of man to embarrass his wife and tell the world that he spanks her.”
“He didn’t tell me,” she snapped. “I followed them once because I was curious when he was uptight and dictatorial before they left. Why Marsha allows that, I have no clue.”
“Familial discipline is meant to clear the air and start over,” he replied. “But no, I wasn’t going to take you out and find a place to spank your little butt. Not for a few more days anyway,” he added. “You do have one coming though.”
Emma’s heart started pounding in her chest. Who did he think he was? “When hell freezes over,” she retorted. “That fucking macho crap isn’t going to fly with me.”
“That’s three.” Quick as lightning, Sawyer reached around her hip and landed a hearty spank on her backside. “Watch your language, you have a child around now. That’s not an attractive word coming out of anyone’s mouth, let alone a child.”
The stinging blow left heat in its wake and stole Emma’s breath for a second, then she recovered. “That hurt, you bas...”
Her words were cut off when he grabbed her arm, spun her sideways, and landed several sharper cuts against her pert posterior, making her yelp. “Ow! Stop that!” Her hand flew to her butt and rubbed some of the sting away while she glowered at him.
“You were warned. I mean it when I say lose the language, Emma. Levi picks up on everything he hears. I don’t want my son cussing out another kid in kindergarten in a year or two. I’m just glad he was distracted with toys yesterday at Nat’s and didn’t seem to pick up on your conversation with Marlene. Then again, he’s a very intelligent kid. No telling what he may remember at the most inconvenient time.”
Emma studied the set of Sawyer’s firm jaw and the determined glint in the deep blue of his eyes. Little flames of attraction skipped inside her blood veins, heating her entire body and sending a flush to her cheeks. He’d always had a dominant attitude, but now it seemed more defined as if he knew exactly what he was doing and meant every word. Startling clarity hit her when she realized it was a big part of what had attracted her to him in the first place. Bones and Balls! Was she doomed to the sisterhood of women who liked dominant men?
Her nether cheeks ached slightly with a throbbing warmth that had spread to her abdomen and on down making her yearn for his touch in places he’d only visited once before. How can that possibly be? She could feel the dampness in her panties and the urge to wrap herself around his sculpted muscles. Licking her dry lips, she strove for some semblance of control. “I-I don’t need you to tell me what to do and I don’t want you spanking me like that.”
“Baby brat, you need spanking,” he replied softly.
“No, I don’t,” she squeaked, his low-voiced endearment making her emotions crave a connection, to beg for his touch.
One big hand pulled her in close and the other one rubbed the cheeks he’d just slapped. Involuntarily her breasts hardened and jutted into his hard chest as her backside arched into the caress like a cat seeking pets.
“Especially some reward spankings for being a good girl. If you ever decide to stop fighting me and earn them.”
His hand slipped up her back and under her hair, then gently tugged her head back. She was powerless to resist, his body feeling so damned good against hers. It had been too long and she’d missed him with everything in her. When his lips gently nibbled hers, she groaned in surrender and lifted her arms around his neck to pull him closer.
All too soon he released her mouth and rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve missed you, honeydoll. Will you stop fighting me and let me take care of you and Levi?”
Gathering her resolve around her like a cloak, she tensed and moved out of his arms. “I don’t need someone to just take care of me, Sawyer,” she finally replied. “I want someone who actually loves me and wants me. You want your son, I get that. But I won’t be an extension of Levi that you feel obligated to take care of. I’ll be getting an apartment as soon as the threat to Levi is passed.”
She tried to brush past him but he caught her arm. “When are you going to get it through your little head that I do love you?” Exasperation and frustration were spilling over as he yanked her in close to his chest and kissed her again, hard and punishing.
The yearning that kiss ignited in Emma’s body left her breathless. When he lifted his head, she fought out of his arms with tears running down her face. Chest heaving, she glared at him. “You may say that you love me, but the truth is, if you’d ever really loved me, you wouldn’t have given me up. Admit it, Sawyer, you were never in love with me. I was just a lovesick young girl who desperately saw a happy ever after in your arms. And then you dumped me.”
She was trembling with anger and unhappiness, as she accused him of his crimes. Then she tried to run past him again and back to the house, but he snagged her and dipped her over his shoulder as if he’d had all kinds of practice.
“This time we are going to settle this once and for all,” he retorted, carrying her easily towards the barn. “This time you are going to listen to me, baby brat, even if I have to spank you tonight.”
Emma pounded his back with her fists but he didn’t even seem to notice. “Let go of me,” she screamed.
“If you don’t want to get my mom involved, then keep it down,” he warned as he opened the barn door and stepped inside.
The warm smell of animals, hay, and fluids from lawnmowers and other equipment inside assailed her nose. He strode with her towards somewhere she couldn’t see after he flipped the light on inside the door. Horse stalls came into view and an orange barn cat skittered from beneath his feet and jumped up on the stall of a white horse that nickered in greeting. Finally, he sat her on her feet and held her by the forearms.
She was panting and trembling, trying to catch her breath. Partly from his muscles pushing into her stomach and cutting off easy air-flow and partly from the touch of his hands and body against hers. “You can’t just...just manhandle me like that,” she complained.
One dark blond brow slid skyward. “I believe I just did, and I’m going to do it again if you don’t simmer down.”
“I don’t want to talk to you, I have nothing more to say. But if you insist on yammering my ears into the ground, then get it over with.” She folded her arms and stared at the horses behind him, her attitude saying she had no intention of listening.
“Enough.” He grabbed her forearms again and shot her a look that said he was out of patience. “What we have here is arefusalto communicate.” He put emphasis on the word refusal. “You may be safe from a head down, over my lap butt-warming because of your head injury, but you just earned an attitude adjustment for being an uncooperative brat.”
“What are you...” Emma’s words were cut off when Sawyer propped his foot up on the hay bale seat and pulled her over his left thigh. There he held her in place with his left arm like an iron band over her back. Then his right hand lit into her defenseless bottom like a jackhammer breaking concrete.
“Aiiiee,” she howled. The few spankings she’d ever received from her dad were nothing like this.
