“I miss my duffel bag. If I win I want a new one,” I said.
My bag was the last relic of my old life. It’d seen me in my father’s brownstone, then my uptown apartment, andfinallyin shacks with no running water. Through the last year, it’d been the most consistent part of my life.
“The white one you always carried?” he asked.
I nodded. I’d prefer the old one, but it’d likely been sold to a pawnshop to pay off my debt. A new one would have tosufficeif Imanaged towin this bet.
Sebastian’s face grew serious as he said, “Agreed with one condition. This wager is to make things fun. If you want to walk away at any time tonight, then use your safeword and this game ends with no repercussions.”
I snorted, “No shit.”
It was just a fucking bag after all. I could just steal a new one without breaking a sweat. Plus, if I’d previously refused cocktails when they weren't exactly to my taste, did he seriously think I would do anything sexual if I didn’t want to?
“Good, I agree to your terms.But this isn’t a bet you can win,” he said.
“I think you’re all talk.”
“Aww, you are so inexperienced andnaïve.”His eyes narrowed.“Time to fix that.”
Lighting fast, his hands gripped my lower back and the sensitive skin underneath my knees.
“I am not!” I growled back against his chest.
Sebastian’sgrip tightened on me ashecarried metowardsthe dining room. “You’re inexperienced with any man who can make you come. You admitted as much.”
The way he was looking at me made my panties damper. I wasn’t about to let him win so easily. I had to push him off his game.
“You know I’m all sweaty andbloody. Not sure how fun this will be for you,” I said.
Sebastian dropped me on a dining chair. Then he braced his hand against the back of the chair and leaned close to my face. Mybreath grew shallow.
His long tongue slowly licked up my collar bone.
“You taste delicious,” his breath was warm against my skin as he spoke.
A shiver ran up my spine.
“But I won’t reward you yet. You were a very bad girl tonight,” he said.
His handsslippedunderneath my legs and upper back again. He pulled me into his chest, bridal style, and held me there whilehe sat in my previously occupied seat. Before I could even think, heflipped me upside down and dropped me on his muscular legs. His hand caressed up my butt. Flashbacks of the last time he’d spanked me filled me with anticipation.
His hands stilled, and helaughed softly to himself.
“Did I make you so addicted to spankings that you tried to bait me into doing it again?” He leaned in closer. “Admit it, you tried to make me jealous, so I’d punish you.”
Damn it, his words were turning me on.
Instead ofadmitting it I spit back, “I wasn’t even thinking about you tonight. I couldn’t care less if you were jealous.”
Sebastian’s voice grew darker,“Don’t lie to me. Every timeMicahflirted with you, you’d glance over to see if I noticed.”
“You imagined it, because you wanted to pretend all I was thinking about was you,” I said.
“So I must be imagining that right now you’re quivering under me, just waiting to be spanked,” he said.
“I’m not!”
Sebastian chuckled again, but there was a dark undertone. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded. No spankings tonight.”
