Page 178 of Irresistible Rogue

I knew I’d misbehaved, in his eyes, that he was maybe irritated with me, that he intended to discipline me for it—and I’d never wanted anything more as I held my breath, waiting for it.

He gripped my damp hair at the nape of my neck, fisting it hard enough that it pulled a little. I felt goosebumps break out all over my body and wondered if he could tell.

Of course he could tell. He was completely focused on me.

By now, I knew how this felt; to be the recipient of his total focus. It was like a delicious drug coursing through my veins, making me float above the ground. I was panting already, and barely able to keep still.

When he started to spank me, his firm, warm hand on my ass felt amazing, exciting and chastising, and I just surrendered to it, gasping for breath against the bedspread. My whole body was warm and alive with pleasure. The intensity of it was almost… suffocating.

He paused once and ordered, “Breathe, Jolie.” Then he kept spanking me.

It hurt a bit, and I couldn’t understand why I didn’t mind. I didn’t have much ability to think it over, either, because the intensity of my reaction was sweeping me away.

Shane seemed to understand it intuitively. Because just like the other night when he spanked me, he always slapped my ass… just…right.

He smacked me hard, sometimes, like he was honing my attention, the sound of his hand whacking my exposed skin turning me on as much as anything else. Sometimes, between the smacks, he gripped my flesh in his hand and squeezed, or smoothed his palm over a burning cheek, or dragged his fingernails across it.

“You like to misbehave, don’t you, Jolie.”

I wasn’t sure about that. But if he’d discipline me, put me over his knee and spank me so well anytime I misbehaved, I’d do it way more often.Tell me all your rules, I thought desperately,so I can break them.

“Have you ever let someone correct you before?”

I shook my head,no.

“It feels good, doesn’t it.”

I nodded.You feel good.

You.

You.

You.

I shuddered as he spanked me, over and over, until the sweet burn spread through my body and everything became warm honey and need. I felt like a cat stretched blissfully across a sun-bathed windowsill. All I needed was something to dig my claws into.

I dug my fingers into the bedspread and imagined it was his ass, that I could squeeze him the way he was squeezing me: until it hurt.

“Answer me. Does it feel good?”

Yes.I couldn’t even tell if I really said it or if I’d just shuddered in agreement, melting into his lap.

But I must’ve done something to please him because he murmured, “That’s a good girl. Keep still.”

Then he shifted a bit and I heard him doing something with the items on the bedside table.

A moment later, I felt the slick touch of something firm and smooth press at the opening of my pussy. “You’re going to take this cock for me, Jolie.”

Oh, God.

Yes.He was gonna do me with the dildo.

I’d never done that before. Notwitha guy.

I felt pressure as the lubricated dildo started to fill me. I squirmed and bucked a little, and he stopped the penetration, taking it away.

He spanked me again, several times, the stings blending together into one hot, humming pleasure.

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