‘Um?’ She didn’t know what else he wanted her to say.
‘I mean, I think you learned something about yourself, didn’t you?’
His hand slipped slyly between her thighs, much as she tried to clamp them together. Her face, she thought, must be as scarlet as her behind. He had the true measure of her. He knew that the way he treated her turned her on beyond her understanding.
‘I don’t know,’ she whimpered.
He pushed his fingers in between her lips, soaking them.
‘You don’t know?’ he said, dipping and stroking, slow and steady. ‘Oh, I think you do. What happened here?’
‘Ahhh.’ The blessed relief of having her clitoris touched was enough to unstring every nerve.
‘Tell me, Jen. Why are you so wet?’
He took his fingers away.
‘No more until you tell me.’
Oh cruel, so cruel!
‘It got me hot,’ she blabbed.
‘What did?’
‘The … What you did got me hot.’
‘What I did? Sit on a kitchen chair, you mean?’ He let his fingers hover so close to her clit that she could almost feel them – almost. She tried to wriggle closer but he held her just that fraction apart from them.
‘No, you know.’ She knew he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. If she wanted satisfaction, she was going to have to override her embarrassment.
‘I don’t,’ he lied. ‘Not until you say the words. What’s got you so horny, hmm?’
She tried one last, agonised jerk then blurted out the words. ‘The spanking.’
‘Aha,’ he said, and she half-expected the word ‘Eureka’ to follow, but it didn’t. ‘I see. Is that right? Does it really turn you on when I get you over my knee and smack your bum? Does it?’
He smacked it again to make his point, not hard, but enough to send tremors back down to her clit.
‘Yes,’ she wailed. ‘Oh, please.’
‘All right.’ He had mercy on her, reaching into her once more for a slow massage of her clit. ‘That’s good to know, Jen. Really good. Because I’ve got lots of tricks up my sleeve when it comes to spanking. Lots and lots.’
‘Oh God,’ she moaned. What the hell had she let herself in for now? Today, an over the knee hand spanking, tomorrow chained to the wall and bullwhipped? Not that he could chain her to any of the walls in this place. Now there was an idea for a decorative theme.
Her mind ran off its rails as her climax built, deliciously enlarged by the heat of her bottom and the excitement of her punishment. She felt like such a small thing as she bucked and yelped on his lap, reduced to her bare nature, known and understood and owned by him. It was terribly shaming, and the biggest turn-on of her life.
‘OK,’ he said roughly, handing her down from her awkward position on the stool. ‘Come over here.’
He led her to one of the armless white leather dining chairs ranged about the table by the garden doors. He unbuttoned his jeans and ordered her to her knees.
She was happy to obey. She wanted to please him now, after everything he had given her.
When he sat down, his erection standing straight up in front of him, she leant forward, eager to wrap her lips around it.
But he put a hand on her shoulder, making her pause.
‘Uh-uh,’ he said. ‘Ask for it. Nicely, mind.’