Page 53 of His Christmas Wife

“The spanking.” How gorgeous he was, how sensational his chest and muscles were. “And the orgasm you gave me.”

“Are you hoping for another this evening?”

“Please.” She whispered the word.

“Do you deserve one?”

She was tempted to beg for one, but this was his dungeon. “That’s up to you, Sir.”

“Bravo. Such a perfect, submissive response.”

His growled speech made her crave more of his praise.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

“I’m trying not to have expectations.” Because they inevitably led to disappointment. “Just settling into the scene. Wanting to please you.”

“And why are we in here?”

“Because I asked what would happen if I didn’t behave.” From being upside down, blood was pounding in her head. “And I presume you intend to show me.”

“I do indeed.” He came up behind her and clapped his cupped palms on her bare buttocks.

The force made her gasp and move forward, releasing her ankles.

Frost instantly grabbed hold of her waist so she didn’t lose her balance.

When she was steady once more, he spoke again in a gruff, no-nonsense tone. “Back in position.”

The heat from the spank flooded her with hormones, and she needed a couple of seconds to comply with his order.

Kaylee had no doubt what he planned to do: arouse her but not completely satisfy her, keeping her on the precipice of pleasure. Anticipation coiled in her, causing her to curl her toes under.

Slowly he circled around her, then halted in front of her.

“Stand up for me.”

As soon as she did, she breathlessly met his gaze.

“Good girl.”

His approval rushed through her like a powerful wave.

“Next, I want you to pull your shoulders back and tuck your hands behind your neck.”

She complied, her hair cascading around her shoulders.

“Beautiful. And now, thrust your chest out a little farther.”

In this position, she was entirely vulnerable to him. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples ached as if pleading for his attention.

Frost completed his slow circuit around her, his footsteps a touch menacing, reverberating on the hardwood floor, escalating her tension.

“You’re exquisite. At the club, you looked magnificent, but here with nothing between us, you’re breathtaking.” His words were etched with sincerity.

Never before had she experienced this sense of being cherished.

He stopped in front of her, his thumb sliding beneath her chin to gently tilt her face back. Every part of her body hummed with the memory of him—his fingers inside her, her lips still slightly swollen from his earlier, fervent kiss, the taste of him lingering on her tongue.

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