Chapter Seventeen
I have a question for you. What do you think about your bottom? Do you like it or hate it? Or vacillate between the two?
I’m curvy, which means my backside is curvy, as well. Curvy. It’s such a lovely word. I like saying it. I haven’t always liked my body, but being with my lover has helped me come to terms with my shape.
After a good spanking, my ass hurts. It’s not always easy to sit, which means each spanking lasts long after the event. It’s hot. It’s arousing. It’s also disconcerting thinking about spanking and the resulting lovemaking while I’m at work.
Sometimes my lover bruises me—not intentionally, but it happens. He doesn’t spank me every night or each time we make love, because that would be overkill. Spanking would lose some of its attractiveness for both of us.
I like to keep my skin smooth, and my gym sessions help keep my backside firm. Squats. That’s the secret to a taut bum. I hate doing them, but they work.
I use a loofah and my favorite moisturizer from the Body Shop to keep my skin smooth and supple. Sometimes my lover will give me a massage, taking special care with my bottom. There is nothing better than the sensation of my lover’s hands stroking my buttocks.
Is it any wonder I feel the urge to let loose and misbehave? A spanking and later a massage, a cuddle. Hot sex. Works for me.
Connor shut the front door of Maggie’s apartment and locked the door. As they moved into her small lounge, he turned to her. “Maggie, go into your bedroom and undress, then come back out here. I’ll wait for you.”
Maggie tried to hide her quick flash of pleasure and suspected she failed. “Aren’t we going to talk about Julia and how much better she looks? How she refuses to talk about the baby or anything that’s related?”
“Nope, this is where anticipation tips over into reality.” Connor winked at her. Her pulse jumped at the flare of desire in his eyes. “Don’t make me wait too long.”
“You’re enjoying this too much.
“I know.” His voice had a smoky quality that had her breathless with excitement. “It’s a surprise. I didn’t realize what a turn-on it would be to smack your beautiful bottom.”
Her mouth went dry as he prowled toward her. The contrast between the fire in his eyes and his languid, lazy pace had her turning and fleeing to the bedroom. His soft laughter made her heart thud, her fingers tremble when she unfastened the buttons on her fitted shirt.
Somehow, she kicked off her boots and undressed, leaving her clothes in a heap on the floor. With a thumping heart and a fleeting thought for her naked vulnerability, she returned to the lounge and Connor.
“Good girl. Come here.”
“Why do I feel like wagging my tail?” she muttered dryly.
He offered her a cool smile. “Wagging isn’t what I want from you right now.”
Oh, yes. He was getting very good at this. It was as if they’d been together for a long time and reminded her of their agreement. The casual basis of their relationship. “What do you want?”
“Curiosity killed the cat, babe.” He tapped the tip of her nose with one finger. “I want you to lean over the back of the couch and wait for me.”
A surge of excitement thumped her in the gut as she stared after him.
“Clock’s ticking, babe,” he called over his shoulder.
The excitement intensified, and she felt the surge of wetness between her thighs. Gulping, she walked toward her couch. It was the perfect height, she realized. Licking her bottom lip, she leaned over, pressing her breasts against the textured fabric. Her breathing quickened while she waited for Connor’s return. The agonizing wait about killed her. First she cataloged the feelings and sensations roaring through her body. Then she imagined the way she’d look to him, her buttocks raised, her legs slightly apart with her lady parts on display. She shifted her stance, primly drawing her legs together.
“Put them back the way they were,” Connor said.
A surge of heat flooded her face. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to appreciate the view.” He walked around the front of the couch so she could see him. He carried her wooden hairbrush in his right hand. Mesmerized, she watched him tap it against his thigh several times. A shudder rocked her body.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her breasts prickled. She wanted to tell him to hurry, to swat her butt already, but didn’t. The wait held its own sweetness, the situation feeling like the best foreplay.
“Do you know how beautiful you look?” Connor circled the couch and studied her from all angles.
He’d removed his leather jacket, his boots and socks, and padded around her in bare feet. His black T-shirt stretched across his chest while his jeans clung to his butt and muscular thighs. Even his bare feet looked sexy. She sucked in an excited breath and waited while he did another circuit. Hunger etched on his face, and she let out a strangled moan.
