Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Do you enjoy being spanked?” His tone said he was intrigued.
“I don’t know.” I’d never been spanked before. I’d read about it in books, but my puppy-dog exes were not the dominant alpha males who starred in my erotic novels.
“Would you like to find out?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
“Yes, what?” His voice held a warning tone.
“Yes, please.”
He reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet. “I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you.” He grabbed the bunched-up material at my hips and dragged the dress over my head. Underneath, I’d worn a black lace bustier that showed off my hourglass figure.
Zach’s eyes popped. “Jesus Christ. Your body should be illegal.”
He buried his face in my cleavage, his mouth warm and wet on the spill of my breasts above the lingerie, his beard scratching at my skin. I wove my fingers into his hair, loving the threads of silver among the dark. His capable hands moved from my hips to my ass, filling his palms with my flesh, squeezing hard.
All I could think of was how powerful and masculine he was. I’d never been with anyone whose hands felt so strong, whose voice was so deep, whose body was so muscular and mature. He might have been forty-seven, but he was built like an active-duty Marine. The tattoos. The chest hair. The ripped abdomen and bulging biceps. No wonder he was a bodyguard—every inch of him exuded strength and force and skill. Even his tongue. My God, I’d never had an orgasm so fast, not without battery-powered assistance or giving tons of instructions. Not that I minded telling a guy what I liked, but sometimes it felt like I should have provided a map and step-by-step directions to the destination. Maybe a Maglite and a compass. But Zach? Not only did he know the terrain, but he obviously had an internal navigation system.
Would he be just as good during the actual deed? I remembered the heft and length of his cock in my hand and my excitement ratcheted up another notch.
“Zach,” I murmured impatiently, reaching between his legs again. “I want you.”
“Soon.” He lifted his head and spun me around so his erection pressed into my lower back. “But I have to teach you a lesson first,” he growled in my ear. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
I did what he said, my limbs trembling.
“Just like a good girl.” He climbed up on the mattress and knelt behind me. “Now grab on to the headboard.”
I moved up farther and placed my palms on the tufted brown leather. My breath was shallow and quick, my chest restricted by the bustier. Fear and anticipation coursed through me. Would he give me any warning? Would it hurt? Those hands could probably do a lot of damage.
It was one thing to hand your body over to a stranger for pleasure. It was quite another to hand it over for pain.
But for some reason, I trusted him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said.
I felt his palms on my butt, rubbing firm, slow circles in opposite directions. More like a massage than anything. Maybe he’d changed his mind. Maybe he—
Smack!
His hand striking my ass set my skin on fire, making me cry out. Immediately he pressed his hand over the sting. “Shhh. Did that hurt?”
“Yes,” I whispered through clenched teeth.
“Good.” He did it again, cracking his palm across the opposite cheek, then covering them both, rubbing gently. “That’s the only way you’ll learn.”
My eyes were watering, and I imagined my ass was bright red. But my heart was racing, and my nipples were hard—maybe it was just a game, but the idea that he was teaching me a lesson for being too tempting for him to resist made my entire body radiate with desire.
“I’ve learned,” I panted. “I promise. I’m a good girl now. I just want you to fuck me.”
He pressed close behind me, and I moaned when I felt his cock trapped between us. I pushed back against it, hoping he wouldn’t be able to resist. Instead, he braced one arm on the headboard above mine and reached around my waist with the other hand, dipping his fingers inside me, then rubbing them over my clit. He moaned in my ear, deep and gruff. “Would a good girl get so wet from being spanked? Would a good girl like being punished this way? Would a good girl ask to get fucked?”
I whimpered as he tortured me with his fingers. I didn’t know what answers to give to make him want me as badly as I wanted him. I’d never felt so helpless and impatient and frustrated—didn’t the guy always want to come as quickly as possible? Was Zach superhuman?
“Tell me what to do,” I begged as I neared a second climax. “What will make you say yes?”