Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

Fuck. He’s serious.

And damned if her body didn’t stir at the idea. What was wrong with her? Yeah, she’d spent many a night giving herself an orgasm while fantasizing about being spanked, but none of those fantasies had involved her getting punished because she didn’t have a respectful tone. That should rankle.

So why did she have to hold herself back from eagerly climbing on his lap?

/> “Molly. Stand up and get rid of the skirt then lay yourself across my lap.”

She reluctantly stood. Even though it was darker in here, she still didn’t feel comfortable about having her ass on display or laying over his lap.

“I’m going to give you until the count of three and then I’m going to start doubling the number of spanks I give you. One . . .”

Oh, fuck. She quickly pushed off her skirt, shoving it to one side.

“Two . . .”

She didn’t know if she could handle ten on top of what she’d already received tonight. Twenty may well kill her.

“Thr—”

She jumped onto his lap before he could finish the word. To his credit, he didn’t moan about her weight landing solidly against him.

“Sorry,” she muttered, a blush rising on her cheeks. That was embarrassing.

He adjusted her so her upper body and legs lay on the couch.

“Sorry what?”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Good girl, but what are you sorry for?” There was a curious note to his voice.

“I didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Sir.” This was going to take some getting used to.

“And why would I object to that? I liked having you jump on me.”

He did? She relaxed slightly. Of course, it helped that he was gently massaging her ass. There was a slight ache from her previous spanking, but the arousal he stirred inside her far outweighed any pain. She pressed her thighs together, her clit throbbing. She tried to raise her ass, wanting more.

He slapped a hand down against her ass, making her still.

“No moving unless I command it,” he told her.

Well, hell, that was going to be hard. Especially as she was more turned on than she could remember being in a long time. And he’d barely even touched her.

He ran a finger down the seam of her ass. “Ever had your ass taken?”

“Yes. Once.”

“We’ll read over your contract together soon, but for now I want to know if sexual contact is fine?”

With him? Yes, please.

“Yes, Sir.” Damn, she was getting good at this.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Red. I wanted to keep it easy.”

“Good. I want you to use it if you really need to. This is punishment, though. It’s meant to push you.” He pressed a little harder, pushing his finger between her cheeks. She tensed, her breath coming in a sharp gasp. What was he planning on doing?