He grabs my shoulders and lifts my mouth away from his cock. “Let’s make it mutual tonight. Get up, and take off your dress.”
A halting breath is trapped in my throat. I want to listen to him but know I shouldn’t. Shaking my head, I whisper, “It’s not a good idea.” I mean for my voice to be firm, but the end of the sentence rises like I’m asking a question.
Shane arches a brow, and the corners of his mouth curve. “Hmm. Do you need me to make you, princess? Because I can.”
That sends a ripple of lust through me, my nipples tightening to points that strain against the fabric.
He’s right. I do like him as a monster.
His expression darkens. “But first, I’ll spank you.”
My breath catches. “You cannotdo that. Not here.”
“I can’t?” he muses. Then his body moves with panther-like speed, shifting both of us to the edge of the bed and dragging me over his lap.
“Wait—!”
He does not wait.
His leg scissors over mine, trapping my thighs between his. His hand drags the dress upward until it’s at my waist, and then his fingers toy with my panties. “If you’re a good girl and stay very quiet, I’ll let you keep these on.”
I press my lips together between my teeth, my muscles rigid and my core clenching with excitement. He could be teasing me, trying to get me to beg him to let me up, so I’ll undress as the lesser of two evils.
Even though I know it’s coming, when his hand comes down on my ass, I freeze. It’s a slap and doesn’t cause more than a sting, but it’s still shocking.
Then his heavy palm comes down over and over with successively more force. It’s gradual, so I don’t realize how hard it’s become until I’m gasping for breath.
Oh, my God.The moment’s so darkly sexual my mind almost can’t believe it’s happening.
He pauses, rubbing me slowly, squeezing my warm ass. “Are you ready to behave?”
“What?” My voice is so breathy it’s barely audible.
“I asked you to do something. Are you ready to obey?”
Obey. Shivers of fear and lust cascade through me at his use of that word.
“Let me go,” I whisper as my body starts to tremble.
“That’s not the right answer, baby.” His fingers graze my spine, sending a riot of lust and new shivers through me. “But the way you squirm and squeeze your thighs together is.”
The spanking continues until heat blossoms through my ass and between my legs. My core aches from something other than pain, and the burning in my backside intensifies. Tears sting my eyes, and my lip throbs from where I’m biting it.
My feet kick, and I try to twist free. It doesn’t work.
He pins my arm against my back until I’m helpless and can’t move without hurting myself. Once he has complete control of my body, he punishes me some more.
“Okay. Please, Shane. Okay!” I hiss.
Strong fingers squeeze my ass and dip between my legs to stroke the damp panel of my underwear. I gasp, my face flaming.
His grip eases enough for me to slide from his lap onto the floor. But as I try to crawl away, Shane leans forward and grabs a handful of my hair, making me gasp anew. He doesn’t pull, but his hold makes it impossible for me to move another inch without having my head pulled back.
Trapped again.
“Stand up,” he commands in a firm tone that brooks no defiance. “Right in front of me.” He releases his hold on my hair, so I can obey.
I lurch to my feet but hesitate to move.
