She bites her lip.
“Savannah.”
“No.” She shakes her head, the movements jerky.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No. I just…” She squeezes her eyes shut.
I drag in a harsh breath. Fuck, if she tells me she?—
“I want you to keep doing that.”
My eyes fly open. “What?”
“The spanking.” She wiggles her ass, practically humping my lap. “I—” She sighs. “I want to piss you off so you keep spanking me. I don’t want you to stop until I come.”
A wave of pleasure rolls through me. Confidence too.
I squeeze her cheeks, massaging them roughly. Damn, she feels good. I love that she’s got real meat on her. That she’s not all muscle or bones. I slip a hand between her thighs, humming. “Are you wet for me, baby girl?” I drag my fingers through her silky perfection, and a groan of satisfaction works its way out of me.
Hell yeah. She’s absolutely soaked.
“Yes. More. Please,” she whimpers.
As a thought strikes me, I spear her with one finger.
She squeals, her back arching, her breathing turning even more ragged.
“I have an idea,” I murmur, stopping all movement but keeping my finger in place.
“Okay,” she pants, grinding her hips, trying to fuck herself on my hand.
I pull out before she can get too carried away, then curl over her, bringing my mouth to her ear. “Tell me the name of every man you’ve fucked, and I’ll spank you once for each of them.”
Her breath catches and her eyes fly open. “What?”
I press a kiss to her cheek. “Come on, baby girl. I wasn’t born yesterday. I know you haven’t only been a slut for me.”
Eyes wide, she assesses me. That fight is back. She wants to curse me out. Wants to tell me I’m an asshole. She’d be right. But I’ve fucked plenty of women in my life, so I have no room to judge. And fuck knows why, but I need this information. I want to know everything about her. I want to erase the memory of every other man she’s ever been with. Spank her until she can’t even think their names without remembering the orgasm I’m going to give her tonight.
After tonight, when she thinks about sex, I’m going to be the only man she ever associates with it.
“Why?” she says, because she’s still fighting this connection.
“Because I’m going to fuck their names from your memory, baby girl. After tonight, you’re going to know the only man you belong to is me.”
She hums, her body quaking. She loves this as much as I do.
“Tim. Sophomore year in the back of his car. He never made me come.”
Tim. I want to fucking kill him. I drop my hand to her ass with a loud crack.
She whimpers. “Um, Landon.” Her eyes fall shut. “He was a senior in college and my TA my freshman year. He talked me into blowing him a few times after class, and I think we fucked twice in my dorm.”
Jaw clenched, I take out my anger on her extremely red ass.
“Senior year, I had a boyfriend. Dean. We fucked a lot?—”
