Sexual Affection (Contemporary Cowboys 3)

He pressed his palm against the small of her back and said, “All the way to the floor. Grab your ankles.”

Drina did as she was told, already assuming Zak would fuck her from behind. Instead, he waited until she clasped her ankles. Then, he swatted her on the ass with a hard slap.

“Ouch!” She quickly straightened her back.

He pushed her forward again. “We talked about your punishment.”

“And we talked about using ‘blue’ as my safe word, too. Is that what you want?”

“A defiant little thing. Aren’t you?”

Sensing him smiling behind her, Drina was tempted to shake her ass at him and call out, “Blue!” Instead, she threw her hips back, kept her hands on her ankles, and sucked it up.

One lick after another, he spanked her with a repetitive slap, apparently enjoying her punishment more than he’d enjoyed her sucking his cock. After her punishment ended, he walked her to the bathroom.

“Are you wet?” he asked, handing her a towel and washcloth.

“Yes,” she admitted, wondering if her punishment would always turn her on.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said, turning on the water. “Don’t play with yourself, Drina. Shower quickly and come to bed.”

Before she could say anything in return, Zak left her alone. And she couldn’t remember a time when she’d been wetter, hotter, or more desperate for a thrashing fuck.

* * * *

“She has no idea you’re still here,” Zak said, sipping a scotch and soda. Wearing a towel around his waist, he added, “Go on in there and wait for her.”

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

“Of course.”

“You love her, man.”

“And I have a feeling you already have some pretty strong feelings for her as well.”

Dallas wouldn’t deny that. Touching her, fucking her, just being in her presence had made him feel more like a man than any other time in his life. “You have to be sure about this, Zak.”

“Why?” Zak sipped his drink. “Because you’re afraid you can’t walk away?” He winked. “You left here earlier. I trust you’ll be able to leave again when the time comes.”

“Then you trust too much,” Dallas said, grabbing his jacket from the arm of the chair. He wouldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t lay her down and love her and leave her again.

“So what are you doing? Leaving now?”

“If I can’t explore what it is I’m feeling for her and you aren’t open to that, then yeah, I’m not putting myself through it. More importantly, I’m not putting her through it.”

“Does she already care for you?”

“I think she does.”

“Why do you think so?” Zak sipped his drink, placed the tumbler on the coffee table, and leaned back. He splayed his arms over the sofa cushions.

“I’ve known Drina, or about Drina for several years

, man. I’ve had a distant crush on her. Okay? You wanted me to say it so I’ve said it.”

“Why didn’t you pursue her?”

Dallas took a deep breath. He was aware of her approaching from the right. Dressed in a terrycloth robe, she was rubbing the back of her hair, ogling him, and maybe even longing for him as much as he was already longing for her.