Her chest heaved. Her lids lowered and her eyes dilated.
“You can’t run from this, Lark. You’re here for at least three more weeks and we both know you need this.” He stroked the pulse point on her neck that beat a staccato rhythm. “You need to let go and I need to be in control. I told you while you’re with me…it’s my rules. Tonight, I think it’s time we move to the next level.”
“N-next level?”
“A little something for you to think about while you work tomorrow.” With every word he spoke, his buzz receded. He didn’t need the alcohol when he had Lark. “Go to the room, remove your clothing and wait for me on the bed.”
Looking startled, she hesitated.
“Oh, you are in sore need of discipline today Ms. Rosario. I was going to go easy on you.”
“Go easy on me?”
“Oh, no. Not anymore. Now, I’m going to treat you like the naughty little girl you’re being.”
She licked her lips. Her dark eyes began to smolder. She loved their little games. Even as she balked against what society deemed an oddity, her subconscious craved it.
The extra sway in her hips told him she anticipated what would come next as much as him.
Body language always spoke volumes and he was a master at studying. While he might be brash and fun loving, he was also observant and skilled at manipulation. He took his time disposing of the beer bottles, giving her time to undress and allow her mind to dream up scenarios. Pleased, he turned off the lights and made his way to the bedroom.
Lark sat on the edge of the bed, an ebony goddess with her hair tumbling around her face, her nipples pert and perky with her thighs clenched together.
We haven’t even begun to play and she’s already wet and excited. Her arousal was a perfumed musk filling the air. It made him salivate.
She stared at him with wide eyes.
Remaining silent, Pan walked over to the footlocker at the end of the bed. Kneeling down, he spun the combination and opened the lock. He lifted the lid and revealed his vast collection of playthings. He ran his fingers over the variety of paddles and decided on the small leather slapper. “Stand.”
She rose to her feet like a soldier.
Pan moaned his approval. “You have no idea how sexy you are when you respond to my
commands.”
Quietly, she stood with her arms loosely at her sides.
He sat down on the bed. “Do you see this little bird? It’s a slapper. Don’t worry, we’ll work our way up to it.” He patted his lap. “Come, lay across my lap.”
She immediately complied.
He studied the curve of her spine. Caressing her soft skin, he worked his way down to caress the swell of her ass. “You have such a nice ass.” He squeezed. “Firm, toned and soft.” Palming her cheeks, he massaged and kneaded.
Her body shuddered as she moaned. Her muscles relaxed.
Pan stroked his fingers over the areas he planned to smack.
Her breathing accelerated as she rocked her hips.
It’s time.
“I’m going to show you what happens to naughty little girls now. You’re going to count to twenty. Ten blows a piece.” He delivered light slaps to her ass cheeks. The sound of her counting was music to her ears. She squirmed on his lap as they neared the final count. He smoothed the reddened area, soothing the sting as he bent over and placed kisses up along her back. “What did you think of that my little bird?” He slid his hand down her back and between her legs. Her sticky heat coated his fingers. “Oh yes, you liked our new game. Didn’t you dirty girl?”
“Yes,” she whispered on a gasp.
“Do you think you can handle more, my beautiful girl? Just five more for me?”
“I-I think so. Yes.”