He stares at me hard, giving me the feeling of being a naughty little schoolgirl sent to the principal for lying. I swallow, hard. Waving a hand in the air, I dismiss his question. “Oh, you know... I’ve got student loans to pay and things of that nature.”
“You’ve got a lot of bills? Are you an over spender?” He raises a dark, chastising brow. A little trill of something like fear, but not quite, zings through me.
“Um… no.” You can’t spend what you don’t have. “Just, you know, trying to get ahead on the bills that I do have.”
His eyes lock on mine. A beat of silence echoes in the air. Then, he asks, “Katie. Are you really an escort?”
Without thinking, denial flows from my mouth. “Of course I am! You saw me with those girls. I mean... what else would I have been doing at a Sugar Daddies meeting? Looking for free food?” I give a choking laugh.
Retiring his lounging position, he sits up, resting his elbows on his knees. “If I were a betting man—which I’m not, that would just be a disaster as a casino owner—I’d say you’re lying.”
My heart picks up pace, tension settling into my muscles despite the massaging of the jets. “About what?”
“About being an escort. I don’t think you’re with the agency at all.”
His words make my hand freeze in the air, my wine glass hovering above the water. How does he know? Am I that obviously inexperienced? Or just a really bad liar?
He gives his head a decisive shake. “So you lied. But you’re a big girl, you can make your own decisions.”
My fear morphs into relief. I need the money. I want this night. “Okay, good, because I felt like we were really getting somewhere—”
He holds up a hand to stop me, cutting off my words. “I’m not finished yet.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“We can go forward with the agreement. But I don’t tolerate lying. It’s a transgression that I punish. Harshly.”
My throat suddenly feels tight, my mouth dry. My flight or fight instinct kicks in, hard. Do I hop out of this tub and run, naked as the day I was born, dripping wet, out of this penthouse apartment? Or do I wait and see what he plans on doing with me?
Again... I choose wine.
I take a sip. Swallow it down with my fears. “What do you plan on doing to me?”
“I’m going to take you over my knee and spank you like the naughty little girl that you are. Then, I’m going to make you part your legs for me so I can see how wet I made you.”
He slides back in his seat, reclining again. “But first, I’m going to let you sit there and watch your pretty face while you absorb this information. See how your cheeks flush deeper, and your eyes shine as the water tumbles over your breasts, the jets pulse your body, just knowing what you have coming.”
A ricocheting tremble rips through me at his words, making me visibly shiver. He enjoys seeing my reaction, I read it in his gaze.
I take the last little sip of wine. Place my glass on the edge of the hot tub. And wait.
He’s back to having his legs crossed, his hands behind his head. He says, “Tell me, Katie. Have you ever been spanked as a grown woman before?”
“I’ve never been spanked. Ever.”
Hunger flares in his gaze. “It’s a good way to establish boundaries. Enforce rules. And let you know who’s in charge here. And what I will and will not tolerate.”
Why does this turn me on? I’m going with it.
“Okay... sir.”
“Let me tell you what to expect, since you have so little experience. First, I’ll make you lay your naked, wet body over my lap. Then, I’ll spank your pretty ass until your curves are red and hot. Until you’re begging me to stop. And do you know what happens then, Katie?”
“Y-you make me spread my legs?” I can’t believe I got out the words. My face is on fire, and the flames seem to have made their way between my thighs as well. Pressing my legs together, I squirm in my slippery seat. And now for the finale... I take a deep breath, letting the words tumble from my mouth. “So you can see how wet you made me?”
I may not be super experienced between the sheets, but I’m steeped in romance. I’ve read all the books, enough to know the heroines in the books get turned on by being dominated.
Do I?
“Such a good girl. You are a quick learner. We’ll begin now, with your punishment for lying.”
Biting my bottom lip, I give a nod. I don’t know how I’m going to go through with this, how I’m not only going to let him spank me like a little girl, but be an active participant in the process. Yet my breasts feel heavy, aching for his touch, and there's a stirring deep in my core. One that tells me no matter how shameful it will feel to do as he bids, there will be pleasure in the humiliation.