Page 62 of Say My Name

My heart slams against my ribcage so loudly he can probably hear it battering my chest.

I glance over my shoulder, and he appears lost in thought. “What are you doing?”

His eyes snap up to mine. “Thinking.”

“About?”

“About how my hand is tingling with the need to spank you.”

“Well, do it.”

That encouragement is all he needs to lift my dress over my ass, positioning it on my hips. “You have a perfectly round, tight ass.” He leans closer to my ear, and his hardness presses against my backside. “Your boyfriend is a lucky man.” Cool air hits my exposed skin when he eases away and rests his palm on my right cheek, rubbing it in small circles. “I bet he has no clue how to handle this ass properly.”

“And you do?”

“Spread your legs.”

I do as he says, and instantly, he brings his hand down—hard—on my ass.

The slap jolts me, and my body comes alive. Wetness pools between my thighs. The sting burns until he rubs his palm over the tender flesh.

“Of course, I know how to handle it.” He continues rubbing my tender flesh. “You took that so good. So perfect. My good girl.”

I stick my ass out, leaning into his hand, wanting more of his praise. “Please,” I beg, not sure what I’m begging for at this point. I just want the attention he’s giving me. He’s focused solely on me, and I’m thriving off it. Like I can’t breathe without it.

I’ve never been this way over a man and later, when I’m home alone, I’m sure I’ll analyze the fuck out of it, but not now. Not while I’m needy and hot.

“Such a greedy girl,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

Yes. Yes, I’m so greedy for more of his touch.

He slaps my ass again, and the sound echoes in the club.

I yelp in pain, but then his hand is back to soothe the sting. I revel in his gentle caress. My pulse races with want, while my mind deliriously tries to remember how to breathe.

Devereaux gives me two more punishing spanks before his hand rubs away the throbbing. “You take my punishment so well,” he murmurs.

I’m so close to something indescribable happening to my body. Like I could almost come from him fondling my ass. If he would just move his hand closer to my—

Ahh.

It’s like he heard my thoughts as he spreads my ass cheeks apart, kneading his hand exactly right.

“Don’t stop.”

He keeps massaging, his hand working my ass in a way that makes me wetter than water. My body’s liquid, and I can barely contain this need to touch myself and quench this craving to come.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Soaked.”

He growls out something inaudible as his hand continues working its sensual magic. “Are you ever this greedy forhim?”

I shake my head. “Never.”

He leans closer to my ear. “You want a secret?”

I lick my lips, hoping he doesn’t stop the work he’s doing on my body. “Yeah,” I breathe out.

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