“I know that. Tell me something I don’t know.”
Excuse me? He knows that?
I crane my neck to look up at him. “You knew that?”
His wicked eyes crinkle at the corners, his beautiful, handsome, completely masculine features stark and erotic against the backdrop of the bright blue sky behind him. “Of course I did.”
“How?”
He shrugs a big, muscled shoulder, so sexy I want to lick every inch of him. “Easy. You get all aroused when I turn you on, and after a good spanking, you melt into me like you want to climb into my skin.”
“I don’t,” I breathe, my cheeks flaming hot now.
“You do, though. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Vivia. It’s normal and natural for a woman to enjoy being dominated.”
I blame my uncomfortable position for the blood rushing to my cheeks.
“Dominated?” I whisper, imagining all sorts of things, like cuffs and clamps and the deliciously heavy weight of his body atop mine. “Yes.”
Yes, I’ll take some of that, and thank you.
He’s quiet for a long minute, before he presses his hand to where my thighs press together.
“Spread your legs, lovely.”
I obey. My eyes flutter closed and I can’t stifle the moan that escapes my lips when he presses his fingers along my still-clothed slit. I throb against the pressure, heat, and dampness pooling between my legs. More, more, more.
“So we’ve established that you like a good spanking. You might not like a real discipline session, but there’s something about discipline that appeals to you.”
I don’t reply. He’s right, but I don’t know if I’m really ready to admit that.
“So let’s address that first. You don’t have to play the brat to get a spanking. Just ask for one.”
Just… ask for one. Like hi, I’m super thirsty and need some water and while you’re at it, how about a good spanking session? Uh, no, too weird.
“Or you can provoke me like you did now, but that could prove dangerous.”
I nod. It absolutely could, and I don’t need him to explain how or why to me. It’s a dangerous game, fraught with roadblocks and loopholes and pitfalls.
Glad we covered that.
“But you haven’t really answered my question. You didn’t just want a spanking just now, did you? There’s far more to it.”
I can’t look at him. I can’t think beyond the beating of my heart. I can’t hear beyond the rush of blood pounding in my ears.
“Is there?” I ask, my voice husky and concerned. I know I’m on the edge of something dangerous, and I don’t know how to respond. I’ve never been in a position like this before.
“I think that a part of you wants me to pay attention to you.”
“What? No! Of course not. Why would I want that? I’d have to be a fool, since there’s no one but the two of us for miles. I mean, I get plenty of attention.”
“Not a fool, lovely,” he corrects, smoothing his heavy, calloused palm over my ass. “But with what I know about your past…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence. I need him to finish the sentence.
“What?” I whisper. “What do you know, then?” The blood’s rushing to my face at this point.
“You lived a sheltered life. You gave your virginity to someone who betrayed you. You didn’t deserve that. You deserve real love with a real man who can stand up to protect you, don’t you?”