His hand landed dead center on her right butt cheek, and she moaned. Knowing her limits of needing pleasure before pain, he slid his fingers between her thighs, rubbing her engorged clit. It came as no surprise that Kenzie was already wet with even just the thought of a spanking.
The idea of intensity is what excited this beautiful submissive, and blood rushed into his cock, hardening it to steel. He offered another swat before he went back and forth in between rubbing her clit and swatting her bottom. With each luscious smack, her moans grew louder and her breath began hitching. When she squirmed over him, he no longer touched her clit, now staying focused on her bottom.
His swats were hard and fast, perfectly placed right on top of each other, leaving her bottom bright red. The palm of his hand burned as he took her far past any spanking he’d done before, but Kenzie wasn’t getting a spanking as a punishment. She was getting a spanking to give her what she needed and craved.
An emotional release.
Once her ass was a deep red and she was panting, all but grinding herself over his lap, he slid his fingers into her soaked channel and didn’t bother warming her up. He finger-fucked her with rough intensity, moving hard and fast in up-and-down movements.
Within only five strokes Kenzie was screaming out in blissful pleasure. Though to him her release sounded like an explosion of raw emotion, not physical pain or captivating pleasure but shrieks of sheer heartbreak.
He observed her bright red bottom and soothed his hand over her warm cheeks. That release touched something so deep inside him, a part of his soul that no woman had ever touched. He didn’t want to hear her scream like that, so heartbreaking it was. He wanted desperately to find a way to get her to let go of whatever haunted her so deeply, and for her release to be nothing more than a pure euphoric experience.
Porter wanted Kenzie happy, healthy, and safe.
He knew himself, and knew now he wanted to love her.
She gives you everything.
More than he thought she knew she gave. Maybe even more than she thought she deserved. But Kenzie did something no other submissive did before her: She made Porter work to see her soul, and it was the most beautiful soul he’d ever seen. Not because it was damaged, but because it was so selfless. Kenzie didn’t beg to be saved, but she sassed her way to get what she needed to feel better.
Porter knew a better way.
She could get all she needed if she let him inside her so that he could gauge exactly what that was. He didn’t want to fix Kenzie. He knew something had to give between them, but he wanted to support her.
This spanking, he hoped, would plant that truth in her mind. He realized this was likely the first time that Kenzie received what she needed without being bratty to get it. And it was a much more beautiful exchange. When she was truly submissive, she asked him for nothing, simply waiting for him to control the needs and desires he recognized within her.
That, as a Dom, was what he lived for, and what fulfilled him sexually.
As her breathing became more normal and she stopped moaning, he slid his hand over her back, sensing a truth he hadn’t realized before. Some women needed a guiding hand, but Kenzie wouldn’t want that. She was too strong to allow that. Porter decided then and there he wouldn’t baby her and try to talk about whatever was going on with her. He’d simply show her the life, the trust, the happiness he suspected Kenzie didn’t know existed.
His lips parted to end their scene, when his telephone rang. He cursed the damn thing, knowing he couldn’t ignore the call in case it was important. Keeping his damp hand on Kenzie’s bottom, he used the other hand to reach his phone on the kitchen table. He answered with a resounding “What?”
“Well, hello to you, too,” Chloe said in a disgruntled voice. “I will happily accept
your apologies later when you come into the office. I’ve found the lead we’ve been looking for and I got my hands on the blueprints for the new casino.”
Chapter Fifteen
Porter pulled up beside Chloe’s car in the parking lot and cut the engine, feeling adrenaline coursing into him. Kenzie had insisted on staying at the bookshop today, and a big part of Porter didn’t want to leave her, but he also knew that Chloe’s lead must’ve been good or she wouldn’t have called. And he was looking forward to seeing the new casino’s blueprints to understand what all the fuss was about.
He thought of his small office, located in old Las Vegas. He was drawn to the simpler times, wishing he saw classic cars driving down the street instead of fancy sports cars. He picked up his phone off the passenger seat and dialed Sawyer, who answered on the first ring. “Everything all right?”
“You left ten minutes ago, buddy,” Sawyer said, with humor touching his voice. “Kenzie is just fine.”
Porter was being extra-careful, though this situation had simply sent him into frantic mode. The man who’d attacked Kenzie returned last night, and Porter didn’t want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t been there. “If anyone suspicious goes into that store, call me.”
“I will.” Sawyer sighed. “As I told you that I would five times before you left. I’ve got this. I can see Kenzie now, walking around the store.” He hesitated, then chuckled. “In fact, she’s glaring at me through the window.”
Porter leaned his head back against the headrest. He cursed leaving Kenzie’s safety in Sawyer’s hands, even if Kenzie had seemed less than thrilled about what she called being babysat. But she had agreed to allow Sawyer to stay outside in his car, apparently knowing that Porter wouldn’t take any chances with her safety. Kenzie had been attacked during the daylight hours, and Porter wouldn’t put it past Adrik that he’d send his goon after her again. “All right, keep me posted.”
Sawyer paused. “You do realize you’ve got it so bad for her.” Then the line went dead.
Porter didn’t need anyone to tell him how attached he’d become to Kenzie. He experienced the draw to her right down to his bones. Possibly it had all been amplified because a submissive under his personal care had been endangered. None of this was about gaining her trust so that he could prove himself to the Club Sin Masters and members.
Kenzie was all that mattered.
He exited his car, scanning the parking lot, immediately spotting a navy-blue Nissan Altima next to Chloe’s car. Curiosity about the car’s owner led him into his office. He entered; there wasn’t much to the space. Four desks rested in the main room for the other private investigators he employed, including Chloe, with his small office at the back and a storage closet in the right corner.