Making the Break (Beating the Biker 2)

“I’ve been bad,” she said huskily.

Boom. Reason left the building, followed by his cousin Good Sense.

“I suppose, then,” he said, “I’ll have to spank you.”

CHAPTER SIX

Oh, fuck. She’d gone and done it now.

Okay. It was her fault for blatantly seducing the poor guy. She didn’t know what came over her. Was it his gorgeous body? Or his dark, sexy eyes smoldering as he undressed her with them? Or the low, rumbling tones of his voice that made her weak in the knees? Fuck, it was everything about him that maddened her with thoughts of plastering her body against his and riding it until they both saw stars.

But when he said he wanted to spank her?

Apprehension washed over her, along with curiosity about what it would be like to have Saks’ broad hand smack her bottom. The idea excited her. She was never one for pain, but Saks looked as if he would melt at first contact with her flesh. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. That wasn’t the point here.

A little excitement with your pleasure, ma’am?

Oh, hell yes. She nodded. “I deserve it. I’ve been bad.”

“You seriously want me to spank you?” said Saks. The timbre of his voice dropped another octave that made her stomach flip.

“I want to make things up to you, sir.” Damn him, he was making her beg for it. Her cheeks flamed with this new humiliation.

“Get over here,” he growled. “On my lap. Now.”

Oh fuck. Saks’ eyes burned with an intensity she’d never seen before in a man. A frisson of fear washed through her, but also an aching anticipation as she imagined herself over his knee making herself vulnerable to him in every way.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Take off your jeans.”

She stood, and he watched her as if she were prey as she wiggled her jeans off her hips and stepped out of them.

“Lay over my lap.” Saks scooted to the edge of the couch, making his knees a platform. His eyes gazed at her with a hardness she’d never seen there. No man had given her a spanking, nor would she allow it until now.

Sakes slowly nodded his head towards his knees with an expression that was almost begging her. Hesitantly, she lowered body to lie across them. He pulled her gently forward so her breasts were hanging off one side of his knees and her bottom stuck up as her knees touched the floor. He positioned her arms at her side, increasing her sense of helplessness. His hard cock pressed into her arm.

Which only excited her more. Was it going to hurt? She thought he might at least leave her panties on as some sort of shield against the anticipated sting, but no such luck. He pulled them down to her thighs, exposing her bare bottom and holding her thighs in place.

“Bad girls,” he said, his voice as thick as gravel, “need punishment.”

A small sound came from

Chrissy’s throat.

“Quiet,” he ordered. “I don’t want to hear a sound from you. Nod your head showing me you understand.”

Chrissy bobbled her head on his thigh. This was so much more intense than she’d imagined. It certainly wasn’t any little-girl spanking.

“Good,” he said. But instead of his hand hitting her bottom, he sought her breast and tweaked her nipple.

She moaned as she exhaled. “Hmmm!”

“Someone doesn’t know how to follow instructions,” said Saks. His hand slapped her behind with a slightly stinging blow. She jerked and squirmed, but it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. Then Saks did a curious thing. With his palm, he swirled soothing circles on her flesh.

A groan escaped her lips. She never imagined receiving a spanking would feel this good.

“See,” he said silkily, one of his fingers sliding against her sex, teasing but not slipping inside her. “Good, huh? Do you want another?”