“Moi? Not a chance. Yes, I do. I thought you’d be happy.”
“Oh, I am. I originally wasn’t going to allow you out of the house.”
“Not fair.”
“All is fair in love and my rules.”
I burst into laughter. When he took another step closer, I was suddenly pressed against the wall. It was the first time he’d really allowed himself to relax since we’d gotten back. Yes, he’d had a bazillion things to do at the resort, but I’d sensed his worry. While he’d yet to tell me what had occurred with his Moscow-based family after he’s whisked Nina and me to safety, I’d heard enough to anticipate what I’d be told.
I didn’t need to hear the details.
Although through Bernie, I’d gathered that the Petrovs had exacted revenge.
“Not unless I say so,” I whispered in a saucy voice.
He took a deep breath and suddenly he’d snagged my arm and tossed me, stomach down, over the edge of the counter. “That’s not a nice thing to say to your master.” He pressed the full weight of his body against mine while searching in one of the drawers. I’d be damned if he didn’t wrap his hand around one of my hairbrushes. The wooden one.
“What are you doing?”
“Do I really need to repeat myself?” His grin was practically evil.
“We have a party we need to head to in an hour.”
“The people can wait.” He twirled the brush and the gleam in his eyes created an intense wave of desire. My nipples were already hard, my pussy extremely wet.
“That would mean you’re not a good host.”
“I can live with that. You need to learn some lessons.” With that, he smacked the back of the brush against my right butt cheek, the sound echoing.
“Ouch.” I rose onto my tiptoes, gripping the edge of the counter with white knuckles.
“Spankings do require pain.” The hard snap of his hand as he brought the implement down several more times was strangely enthralling.
“That’s not always true.” He’d been playful with the one the night before, the erotic spanking making me as aroused as I’d ever been. Granted, just being around him created a need.
Thinking about him when being locked inside that room had kept me going. Seeing his face had driven such tender emotions through me that I’d been almost hypnotized. He’d come for me.
Who rushed into extreme danger, risking their life without hesitation?
He’d moved heaven and earth to come find me.
When he cracked the brush down several more times, a moan slipped from my lips. “You’re so bad.”
“You’re right,” he muttered and raked his fingers down my spine, his chest heaving as he did. “And you’re beautiful. Are you going to miss being on the road?”
“Not even a little bit.” Which was true.
“What about your music?” Another four smacks of the brush and juice was trickling down the insides of my thighs.
I was breathless and tingling all over. “I never said I was giving up music. I just don’t need to be the center of everyone’s world any longer.”
“Just the center of mine.” Leaning over, he pressed kisses against my shoulder, his hot breath searing my skin.
“Mmm… Something like that.” Seeing our reflection together was something I prayed I’d never get tired of. We fit together in a way that made my heart sing.
“Maybe we’ll skip the party,” he whispered and bit my shoulder.
My legs were quivering, my heart thudding erratically. He had that kind of effect on me. “Not happening, big boy. It’s a celebration of your birthday and all the holidays we haven’t celebrated together. Yet.”
