Perfect Strangers

9

Alarmed,I say, “Now, hold on a minute—”

“Up you go.”

He stands, pulls me up by my arms, then sits and pulls me face down onto the sofa, my belly over his lap, bare ass in the air. Pressing one hand flat between my shoulder blades and using the other to squeeze an exposed butt cheek, he ignores my frightened bleating and says, “I’m not going to hurt you. I will. Not. Hurt. You. Do you understand?”

I struggle to look at him over my shoulder, but can’t rise because of that big hand pinning me down. “You’re already hurting me!”

“How?”

I cast around frantically for a word, then decide on, “Psychically!”

“I’m hurting your psyche,” he says sarcastically. “Really.”

He begins to slowly massage my butt, running his hand back and forth over my cheeks and squeezing, gently stroking down between my parted thighs.

I fall still and take a moment to uncross my eyes before answering. “Um…yes.”

He whispers, “Liar,” and gently pinches my labia.

My heart pounds so hard I can’t catch my breath. “James…”

“Yes, Olivia?” Calm. Solicitous. He’s completely in control, and he knows it.

“I…I…” As he slowly rubs his fingers back and forth through my wetness, I bury my face into the sofa cushion and squeeze shut my eyes. I whisper, “That actually kind of feels good.”

Laughter warms his voice. “Kind of?”

His fingers slip down farther and begin to stroke my clitoris. Lazily, gently. He’s in no hurry to get to the slapping part of the festivities, and neither am I.

His erection is a hard bulge against my hip, but he makes no indication that he’s concerned with anything other than calming me down and winding me up.

Of their own will, my hips begin to move in time with his fingers.

He pushes my hair off my face and whispers hotly, “You’re so beautiful. You make me so hard. Your beautiful ass and pussy make my dick so fucking hard, and so does your trust.”

I’m gasping for air and trembling madly. I feel like I’m going out of my mind.

He gently tugs on my clit. I make a soft, incoherent moan of pleasure.

In his dark, dominant voice, James says, “I’m going to spank you now, Olivia. Six times to start, then I’ll see how you’re doing. Are you ready?”

Terror lights all my nerve endings on fire. “Not hard,” I plead.

“Not hard, sweetheart,” he promises. “Just breathe.”

The second he takes his hand away from between my legs, I tense in anticipation of what’s coming. My mind explodes with panic.

What the hell am I doing? This is ridiculous! You’re thirty-eight years old, Olivia, how can you possibly allow a man to take you over his lap and spank you like a misbehaving little—

CRACK!

The flat of James’s hand makes contact with my bare ass with a sound that seems as loud as gunfire. I jerk, yelping, my eyes flying open and my body stiffening.

James croons, “Breathe,” and smooths his hand over the stinging spot on my behind.

I’m quaking. In sheer terror or blistering arousal, I’m not sure which. Probably both. The sound was worse than the sting, neither of which compare to the fear I built up in my head over how bad it might be. I was expecting pain, but this is…well, it’s not not pain, but it doesn’t hurt my butt half as much as it hurts my ego to admit that I’m pretty sure I liked it.

The instant James feels the tension leave my body, he rains down five more stinging blows on my bare ass, alternating cheeks as I squeal and squirm.

Then he stops and smooths his hand around, stroking my burning skin and murmuring praises.

Between my legs, I’m soaked.

He commands, “Talk to me.”

I try to stop panting long enough to speak. “I would if I…could form…any words…”

He reaches between my legs and gently explores my folds, rubbing his fingers back and forth over my swollen clit. “Oh fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so wet. You loved that, didn’t you?”

Maybe it’s the reverent tone of his voice. Or maybe it’s the waves of pleasure his magical fingers are producing. Or maybe it’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve let go. Whatever the reason, the logical part of my brain blinks offline, leaving me feeling wild, uninhibited, and blindingly alive.

The words break from my chest in one long, breathless rush.

“Yes I loved it and I want you to spank me until I come and then I want you to fuck me until I come again and then I want to suck you off until you come and then I want to do it all over from the beginning.”

As if from far away, I hear the low, animal growl that rumbles through his chest. Then he flips me over and pulls me upright, settling me between his spread thighs. He kisses me hard with one hand fisted in my hair and the other around my throat as I tremble and whimper with desire.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, but I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” he says gruffly, breaking away from my mouth and breathing hard as he looks into my eyes. “You said you didn’t want to jump right into bed with me, and I’m respecting that.”

My eyes widen in horror. “Nooo, I didn’t say that. Whoever said that was a stupid, stupid person.”

“I don’t have a condom anyway.”

And I’m not on birth control, so it’s a definite no-go.