Page 130 of So Wild

Scott seized her, flipping her onto all fours. “I think some kind of formal punishment is in order, Ms DaSilva. Without it, you might be tempted to reoffend.”

“You mean a spanking punishment?” Sam tried not to sound too thrilled. Spanking was something she and Scott had yet to do—perhaps because they were aware of what it would mean to cross that line together.

“We’ll see,” Scott said in the cut glass voice she loved so much. “Pull down your underwear for me, Samantha. Nice and slow, like a good girl.”

Sam glanced around, taking in the tattoo on his chest. “I love you, Scott Sanderson.”

“I love you, too, now press your face into the mattress and pull your panties down.”

“Wait, what about the puppy? I don’t want to traumatize her.”

“Look at your wardrobe.”

Sam turned and saw the little pup had curled up on one of her jumpers and shut her eyes. “What if we wake her up?”

Scott clamped a hand to the base of her neck, bringing her cheek to the duvet. “Then you’ll just have to stay quiet, won’t you, little girl?”

“Yes.” Sam reached back and tugged her cotton briefs to her ankles.

“That’s nice,” Scott said approvingly. “You know, you made me feel pain today, Samantha. Would you like to feel some yourself?”

“No,” she lied, putting a little whimper into her voice.

Scott’s hand cracked down onto her ass. The strike was perfect, hitting her right where the flesh stung and tingled best. In spite of her desire to let the puppy sleep, Sam cried out in pleasure and pain.

“You want more?”

She gave him another false no, arching her back so that her ass was on display. Scott spanked her again and the sensation was like fire on her flesh. She called out his name, needing him to stop and to never, ever stop.

“I’m not going to fuck you, darling,” Scott warned. “This is payment. This is me getting what I’m owed from you. I’m going to spank you thirty times and then you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock until I come in your mouth, is that understood?”

“Yes,” Sam said. “Yes, yes, infinity yes.”

“Good.” Scott slapped her ass, even harder than before. “Stop talking and bite your sheets. You’ve got twenty-seven more to come.”

I love you, Sam thought as his hand cracked across her ass.I love you, so much.

An hour later they stumbled back downstairs to the party, and both of them couldn’t stop smiling. Sam was pretty sure everyone knew what they’d been up to but she couldn’t care. She was too happy. Scott carried his puppy in his arms. She’d miraculously managed to stay asleep through their entire encounter. “Are you going to keep her?”

Scott grinned. “I think I have to. I’m nervous about taking her away from her brothers and sisters, though.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Sam said. “I have a feeling they’re not going anywhere, at least not while Tabby’s around.”

“Have you got room to keep five Cocker Spaniel-Rottweilers?”

“No, but have you ever tried to talk Tabby out of something? It’s essentially impossible. Hey, speak of the devil…”

“Sam! Scottison!” Tabby barreled toward them, her color high and her hands outstretched. “You guys need to come with me right now!”

“What is it?” Sam asked, praying to God her sister hadn’t gotten her hands on fireworks.

“Nothing bad, I swear. You need to come outside and see, but!”

She and Scott looked at each other and shrugged. They had nothing better to do. Outside they found, Toby, several cans of paint and Noah and Nicole, both drinking white wine and eyeing each other warily. Sam wondered if either of them had acknowledged whatever lay between them yet, then she decided it was none of her business. Nicole was her twin, but she was also a grown woman. She would have to deal with her romantic complications as best she saw fit.

Sam threw an arm around Tabby. “Okay, what are we doing out here?”

Her little sister pointed up at the signage. “So the front of the place looks shit, yeah.”

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