Damn him.
“Now, if you can tell me what you did that was naughty, your punishment will be short and quick. But if you deny that you were naughty, I’m not stopping until your bottom is bright red, understand?”
Her breath hitched.
Another smack landed. Ooh that stung. She pressed her legs together as her clit throbbed.
“Hey, I didn’t answer!”
“You were taking too long.” Another smack. “And keep those legs apart. I’ll keep smacking this delicious ass until you answer me. And these spanks don’t count towards your punishment.”
“I was naughty,” she cried out.
Another smack. She glared at him over her shoulder. Damn man just grinned at her unrepentantly.
Ooh. He was trouble.
“Why?” he asked. Smack!
“Because I put myself down?”
“You don’t sound certain. Say, I was naughty because I put myself down.”
“I was naughty because I put myself down.”
“Better. Now it’s a count of ten.”
“What? You already spanked me!” she protested.
“And I told you that they didn’t count. Now, remember you have your safeword if you need it. Maybe we need to get you a nice, fat punishment plug. So after your spanking, you can stand or sit in the corner with your legs spread wide so you can’t give yourself any pleasure and a big plug inside your bottom. How does that sound?”
Like torture. And yet, she desperately wanted to try it.
“We could even find some ginger lube if you’re especially bad. That would provide a nice sting.”
Dear Lord, the man was going to kill her.
“Keep your legs spread and your arms out in front of you. If you move either, we start all over again. Count it out.” He slapped his hand down on her already hot ass.
“O-one,” she managed to call out.
Another smack.
“Two!”
He moved from cheek to cheek then back to the middle of her ass. By the time he got to ten, her bottom was warm and throbbing. He definitely hadn’t held back. It had hurt more than she thought it would. And being made to keep her legs open felt almost worse. If she could have gotten some friction against her clit, she might have enjoyed it more.
But then that wasn’t the point of this spanking, was it? She wasn’t sure she’d like a harder spanking.
Well, you know how to avoid that.
He lay back and turned her so she was lying sprawled on his chest. He held her tight until her breathing grew more even.
Ooh. This part she really liked. He ran his hand up and down her back. “You’re beautiful. So sexy. I wish you could see it. I’m dying to see all of you, to cover every inch with my lips, my tongue. I’ll tell you as often as you need to hear it that you’re a goddess.”
Did he really mean that?
“My aunt’s favorite insult is to call me a fat mouse.”
He grew tense beneath her. “That woman has a lot to answer for. Mari-girl, she was putting you down, trying to make you feel small so she could feel big. People like that, they don’t like anyone who is prettier than them, sweeter than them, smarter than them.”
“But she’s beautiful,” she protested.
He rolled her onto her back and held her face between his hands. “No, baby. You are.”
They looked at one another. And as she stared up into his eyes, it settled more deeply inside her. Was Rosalind jealous of her? It was hard to believe. Yet there was no mistaking the sincerity in Linc’s eyes.
And to her shock, she found herself reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt. Linc moved away, kneeling beside her, watching. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t try to hurry her along. He just stared at her with a gaze that was equal parts hungry and thankful.
She drew his top off over her head and lay there, completely naked. It was hard. Really hard. And she had to work not to cover herself.
Linc just sat there, frozen.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” she finally asked.
“I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
That hadn’t been what she’d expect him to say. Yet at the same time, it was perfect.
She giggled.
“Nope. Make that the universe. Luckiest guy in the universe. Good lord, woman. How could you think you are anything but magnificent? Have you not looked at yourself in the mirror?”
“I try to avoid doing that.”
“Baby, if I had your body, you wouldn’t get me away from the mirror.”
She burst into laughter, rolling to her side and holding her tummy. “I can just see you standing in the mirror, preening at yourself.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know that it’s not preening.” He climbed from the bed and struck a silly pose with his hand on one cocked hip the other hand behind his neck. “It’s posing.”
“So sorry. Very nice posing.”
“I can do better. Wait there.” He pointed a stern finger at her, his eyes twinkling.
He walked into his closet and when he returned, he had a cowboy hat on. Damn, that was sexy. Her heart raced as he turned around then looked back over his shoulder at her, wiggling his eyebrows.
The man had a very fine ass. Too bad it was covered in pajama pants. She licked her lips and he turned, holding up his arms and bending them, flexing his biceps.
“Are you drooling, Mari-girl?”
She quickly swiped at her mouth as he laughed. She mock-glared at him. Then he tipped off his hat, holding it in front of his cock. “Would you like me to do a strip show for you tonight? You seem to like my posing.”
“Why not now?” she asked huskily.
He knelt on the bed then tossed his hat aside. Too bad he wasn’t naked underneath.
“Because if I do it now, then we’re not leaving this bed until you’re well fucked. And if we’re late to our appointment with Doc, he’ll throw a hissy fit. Plus, I need to feed you. And before that, I need a small taste.”
She rolled onto her back as he came over her, his hands resting on the bed on either side of her as he dipped his mouth low and took her nipple into his mouth with a groan. He sucked on her nipple until she had to press her thighs together to ease the throbbing in her clit.
He let her nipple go with a plop.
“I’m going to wake up each morning and suckle on these breasts.”
Dear Lord. Was it possible for her to blush any harder? The things he said were crazy.
“When we’re at home alone you’re not to wear any panties. I want easy access. Unless you’re in Little space, then Daddy will dress you up like his princess ought to be dressed.”
“Are these rules gonna be written down somewhere?” She groaned as he moved to her other nipple.
“Of course, Mari-girl.”
Suddenly, he drew back and stood then pulled her up beside him. “Time for breakfast.” He walked around and grabbed the T-shirt she’d been wearing last night and pulled it over her head. Then taking hold of her hand, he led her into the kitchen.
He wasn’t serious. Did he expect her to eat when she was so turned on?
“But . . . but . . .”
“But what?” he asked as he reached the kitchen. Turning, he grasped her by the waist and lifted her onto the counter. She gasped at the feel of the cool, hard surface against her ass. The cold felt good. Sitting, not so much.