It wasn’t going to be punishment, and he knew it. The only way he’d truly punish me would be if he walked away like he had last night. Left me even needier than I was now.
That would be punishment for him, too.
Bring it, cowboy.
I suddenly realized that my whole adult life I’d been resistant, even bitchy to men, trying to find the one guy capable of taking charge of me—the hellcat.
It seemed I’d finally found him.
He pinned me with his dark gaze, holding the lube and my biggest plug between the fingers of one hand. “Clothes off, angel. It’s time for your consequences.”
This was the moment I went with it or walked away. Sure, it was my bedroom, but I knew deep down if I told him to slow his roll, he would. Somehow, he knew just how far to take this to make me hot. If anal wasn’t my thing, I had no doubt he’d be up for something else.
I shook my head—not because I wasn’t right there with him. Only because I wanted him to work harder for it. “Make me.”
He grinned. “You like it rough, huh?”
I nodded, softening my knees, arms in front of me in a martial arts defense position.
Rob walked over with complete self-assurance and tossed me over his shoulder. I’d twisted to dart away, but he was too fast. Too strong.
Maybe I didn’t really want to get away. There was no maybe about it. I was right where I wanted to be and with exactly the right guy.
I laughed, kicking as he carried me to the bed, then flipped me onto my back and pinned my arms beside my head.
“Careful what you wish for, angel,” he murmured.
Now that he loomed over me, it was even more clear how big he was. Not just his dick—all of him. I didn’t find his size and strength threatening, though. Only arousing. The fact that he’d tried to protect me, not once but twice… felt good. I’d taken care of myself since… forever. It felt nice to have someone watching out for me, someone big and brawny enough to take on some of my burdens.
I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled hard, making him fall onto me.
He laughed again. “Careful, angel. I could crush a little thing like you.”
I tightened my grip with my inner thighs. “I’m not that little.”
He pulled his hips back—as if to show me how weak I was compared to him, then slammed them back in, the bulge of his cock grinding in the notch between my legs.
I moaned and rolled my hips to rub over his erection.
He tsked. “Not yet. Punishment before pleasure.” He pulled back and flipped me to my belly, then tugged my wrists behind my back like I was under arrest. I hadn’t experienced anything so hot in my life. I wondered if I should tell him about the handcuffs I had in my bag under the bed, but he leaned down to murmur in my ear, “Or at least with your pleasure.”
And that was when my spanking began.
Oh my God.
He slapped my ass fast and hard, over my jeans as I wriggled beneath, giggling and trying to dodge his big heavy hand. Butterflies fluttered in my belly, my pussy grew slick and a fever took over my entire body.
It was exactly the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. It stung, but the heat bloomed. It was the kind of thing you read about in trashy romance novels but didn’t believe was really true. As the burn increased, I wanted more of it, even as I struggled to get free. It was a combination of being at his mercy, being punished for doing wrong, and yet he was touching me in a way that wasn’t actually doing me harm. He knew exactly how this made me hot, how it turned him on, too, by having me to dominate.
He went on longer than I thought. I didn’t know what I expected—a few swats, but he spanked me in earnest—maybe twenty-five times, then rolled me over on my back again and unbuttoned my jeans.
His dark gaze met mine. “That was for being up on the roof alone.”
I toed my shoes off, letting them drop off the edge of the bed. He tugged my jeans and panties down my legs and onto the floor. “And this is for making me chase you.” He took his hat from his head and dropped it on the floor beside him, then pushed my knees wide, dropped between my legs, and licked into me.
I gasped, knees clapping around his ears, shocked at the sudden delicious intrusion. This was not punishment. Oh, hell no.
“Uh uh,” he warned, pushing my knees open butterfly style and sliding his palms under my ass. “You leave these knees wide or you’re going to get a second spanking, and this time it will be my hand on your bare ass.”