“Maggie?”
“Yes?” With another deep breath, she waited, putting herself in his power. Maggie didn’t hesitate, because she trusted him implicitly.
“If you want me to stop at any time, say television.”
“Television.” She swallowed. “Okay.”
He ran his hand over her bare bottom, kneading her cheeks. He dipped a finger into her pussy until she squirmed a little. Without warning, he struck her on one cheek. She’d barely processed the jolt of pain when he smacked her again. Another blow followed swiftly until her bottom smarted. Yet she wanted more, arching up and silently seeking another smack.
“Do you like that, Maggie?”
“Yes,” she said with a tiny gasp.
“So you don’t want me to stop and strip?” He cupped his hand over one buttock to feel the heat generated by his smacks.
“Yes.”
“Which would you prefer?”
“You’re asking me?”
“Yeah, babe. Multi choice. Do you want me to smack you again or do you want me to stop and strip?”
Maggie laughed, despite her vulnerable position. “Gee, that’s a tricky one.”
“Okay, time’s up.” Connor smoothed his hand over her butt and smacked her again. The jolt of pain smoothed out into a blast of pleasure. She felt the wet lap of his tongue over a hot spot and groaned when his hand slipped between her legs. His finger massaged her clit. He guided her feet apart a fraction more, and she felt the slow slide of his tongue down her slit.
She heard the rasp of a zipper, then felt the throbbing hardness of his cock poised at her entrance. With a single thrust, he slid deep, making her gasp. Fully impaled, he held still. He throbbed deep inside her. Connor dropped his hands to cup her breasts and tease her nipples to hard points.
Every part of her body was aware of him. He filled her, surrounded her. Mastered her, and she’d never felt so needed. So loved.
At last he moved, talking to her in his husky voice the entire time.
“You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Tight. Wet. Your pussy is like hot silk surrounding me and your beautiful ass is still glowing from where I smacked you. God, Maggie. I had no idea how much I’d like doing this with you. No idea.” He punctuated his words with even thrusts. Unhurried. Deep.
The pleasure built while his masculine scent surrounded her. He pressed kisses to her spine, her shoulders, and bared her neck biting down on the fleshy part where neck and shoulder met. The frissons of excitement came faster. She floated, coasting along and wondering how a body could feel so good.
His hand tangled in her hair, and he pulled until she lifted her head. Once he knew he had her attention, he increased the pace of his strokes, flesh slapping against flesh. His teeth scraped over the pulse at her neck, and she shattered, a series of tiny explosions that seemed to go on for ages.
Connor’s hips jerked and he plunged into her with rapid thrusts that made the couch skitter forward. His fingers branded her flesh as she lay pliant, still awash in the aftershocks.
With a harsh groan, he stilled, his cock twitching. He released her hair and leaned forward, drawing her body against his sweaty chest. His heart thundered against her back, his breathing ragged.
“Maggie,” he whispered.
Even though she kept wishing for words of love, words that would build a future, she couldn’t find disappointment this time. He invested a wealth of silent meaning into her name, making her feel special.
That was enough for now.
The next morning, after arriving to stake out Maggie’s apartment just before seven, Susan and Christina watched Connor leave.
“Everything has changed,” Susan muttered, staring after Connor’s car. “Things changed when Maggie started her spanking blog. She’s different. I don’t know her anymore. The old Maggie would never have behaved this way, breaking her promise to us.”
“Let’s go,” Christina said. “We’ll see what Maggie says.”
Susan snorted and climbed out of Christina’s car. “What can she say? We’ve caught her red-handed in a lie.” Memories of her past, her fiancé walking off with her best friend, rose to taunt her. Although Maggie’s betrayal wasn’t on the same level, it made her wonder how far Maggie would go, whether she valued friendship and loyalty.
Her mouth firmed as she fought to control the fear and anger writhing inside her. She tried to tell herself Maggie was their friend—she shouldn’t judge her so harshly, but hideous memories kept shouting in her ear until she wanted to scream her pain aloud. All she could think of was how much she wanted someone special to love, a family…
