“Babe, word of advice? If you were going to do that, you’d have to move a hell of a lot faster, and I’d have to have had a hell of a lot more to drink.”
I had no idea this position would be so simultaneously arousing and terrifying. Wrists tied, belly down, my ass perched over his lap, a perfect target for —
Oooh.
He squeezes my ass cheek, like he’s priming me for something, and my core turns to liquid heat. Is that me moaning?
That’s definitely me moaning.
Without another word, he slams his palm across my ass. Hard. Like it takes my breath away and I gasp, while heat flames across my skin, and my belly quivers.
Oh Godddddd.
Yassss.
One slap follows another, and he isn’t taking it easy on me. These are no little love pats. He isn’t playing slap and tickle.
“Believe it or not, I love to play,” he says with another smack that’s anything but playful. “But when I play, I’m the one tying knots, baby. Not the other way around.”
Of course. I mean, even a virgin like me knows that.
Whack! My back arches, and I squeal.
“I don’t remember agreeing to this,” I say in a breathy whisper.
“You want me to stop?”
My hesitation is answer enough, as he lands another good smack to the part of my ass that isn’t throbbing yet.
Ah, well, now it is.
There’s a pause between this really good spanking, and I wonder if I’m supposed to wiggle my butt or something to tell him to keep going. Should I… I dunno, safeword? Or… green light him? Is that a thing?
“Aren’t spankings supposed to deter people from doing things?” I ask. I’m proud of myself that I manage to pull off sounding thoughtful, despite my being in a compromising position. “Because this, sir,” I say in a breathy whisper, “is… something I’d do again.”
I pitch off in a moan, getting all kindsa squirmy at his chuckle.
“Oh, baby,” he says, giving my ass cheek another squeeze. “Where have you been all my life?”
Such an overused pickup line, but yum.
“So, um, probably in grade school. How old are you, anyway?”
That gets me the spank I was yearning for, and I squeal and chuckle.
“Thirty-two. And you?”
“Younger, by about nine, ten years, but who’s counting?”
Okay so there’s an age difference between us but whatever. I don’t really care that he’s older, but I do care that he’s experienced and knows what he wants in life, and right now, he wants me over his lap.
I’m not complaining.
He leans in while he weaves his fingers through my hair. “Fucking love this hair.” I gasp when he tugs it hard, the tingle of pain making my skin prickle deliciously.
When he legs me go, I’m flying, hot and bothered, my ass deliciously sore and warm.
“I had no idea I was into that kinda thing,” I say, feeling my eyes widen when I take in the hunger in his gaze. I push myself up and straddle his lap, one knee on either side of him, before I actually grind myself against him like a wanton hussy. Pussy? A wanton hussy pussy.
He frames my face with one hand, my chin resting in his palm.
“You scared, baby?”
I should be. I hardly know him. I’ve never done this before. But there’s something about being with a man like him, who’s take-charge and in control, that makes a girl feel safe.
“I’m not.”
He pulls my head down to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“Good girl.” He jerks his head to the stairs. “Come upstairs with me, baby. Let’s do this right.”
Why yes, Mr. Santiago. That’s a fabulous idea.
“Let’s.”
Chapter 16
Miguel
I’m not the nervous type. I’m not someone who thinks twice about taking a girl to bed or fucking her properly. I haven’t exactly slept around, but I’m no virgin. I’ve been with a few women.
But none were like this.
She trusts me.
And damn it if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I want to earn that trust. I want to show her I’m someone she can depend on. I want her to know I’m more than a grumpy fuck with a big bank account.
I’ve never wanted any woman to know any of those things before.
But people are apparently capable of evolution or… something. Because Samantha brings out parts of me I never knew existed.
I lead her to my room, eager to show her damn near everything. The girl’s not even close to vanilla, this I know now.
But I’ll have to ease her in.
She did well with her spanking.
We’ll see how she handles anything else.
I reach over to untie her.
“So how do we do this?” she asks, looking around the room, hands on her hips. “Do we just… like, start stripping or something?”
I unbutton my shirt and start to take it off.
“Undressing can be helpful. Not always necessary but definitely helps the end result.”