Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

“Did you enjoy having anal sex?”

“Not really.”

Smack!

“Ouch.” She turned to look at him. “What was that for?”

“You seem to have problems with remembering how to address me. I merely wish to help you with that lapse.”

“How very generous of you,” she said sarcastically.

“I thought so.”

“And spanking me will help me remember?”

“It will be a deterrent against forgetting.”

“Have you ever heard of positive reinforcement as a method of behavior modification?”

“Oh, you haven’t done enough to earn that,” he told her very seriously. “When we’re playing, you’ll address me as Sir. For every time you forget, you get one spank. Sometimes I’ll give them to you straight away, other times I’ll keep a running tab, and we can settle at the end of the night.”

Heaven help her. She didn’t bother asking how he could manage to keep track, the man had a mind like a steel trap. If he said he’d keep count, then she knew he would. And her butt would be the one to pay.

“Now, relax, I wish to explore a little.” He pushed his finger deeper between her ass cheeks, stopping as he reached her back entrance. Yeah, he wasn’t making it that easy to relax. “Why didn’t you enjoy anal sex?”

“It was painful,” she confessed, sucking in a breath as he pressed his finger against her back hole. She tensed, waiting for the pain as he breached her. Instead he pulled his finger back and started to rub her ass once more. Strangely, she almost felt disappointed. She didn’t know why. She didn’t want him touching her there, did she?

“He didn’t prepare you properly.” There was a hint of anger on her behalf in his voice.

“He didn’t prepare me at all,” she confessed. Well, damn, seemed there was something about having her ass massaged that made her more talkative, less guarded.

He paused. “What? No plug first?”

She flushed. She thought she’d probably blushed more tonight than she had in the last ten years. “No, Sir. No plug.”

“Idiot. But he did use lube.”

“No,” she whispered.

“That asshole.”

She let out a half-laugh. “He was certainly that.”

“We’ll ease you into anal play.”

“There’s going to be anal play?” she asked, her voice a high squeak.

“Is it a hard limit? Soft limit?”

“Um, well, I didn’t put it down as either.” Because she wanted to see how tonight went first. Maybe she had thought of this as a onetime deal, which is why she hadn’t taken that contract as seriously as she probably should have. When you had death knocking on your door you tended to think about things in the short-term, not the future.

“It sounds like it should have been on your hard limit list if you don’t want to explore it.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. She did, but only with Jake. “Did someone help you decide on your limits?”

“They tried,” she confessed.

“Hmm, but you thought you knew better?” he guessed.

“Maybe,” she mumbled.