“Let me go, Dex.” She tugs again, and he doesn’t give her an inch. I bet he’s watching her face and reading her body language as closeas I am, making sure she isn’t scared. He knows he isn’t going to get her to agree to anything right now, but he’s going to push her as far as he thinks she can take it. Les is a lot like Ryder in that way. You have to break through that damn mental barrier that screams at them that they can’t be human. Both of them need to find that happy medium. I’m helping Ryder with his. Dex might be the one to help Les with hers.
“You don’t want me to let you go, and I’m not going to let go until you say yes, Dex; I understand.”
“I’m not saying shit,” she says sternly. Well, almost. She’s too breathless for it to have its intended effect.
“Alright.” Dex nods. “Have it your way.”
Using his hold on her arms, he spins her so that her back is to his chest, then locks her arms behind her back in one hand. He marches her over to the coffee table and pushes her so that her face is touching it, her ass in the air. Reaching around her with his free hand, he starts undoing her pants. “What are you doing?!” Les asks, her chest still heaving.
He jerks them off her hips with her panties, letting them pool at her feet. “You know exactly what I’m doing. You seemed to have forgotten who’s in charge behind closed doors. You need a reminder.”
Is he going to do what I think he is?
“Hold her arms,” Dex grits out. My head jerks up from Les’ red face to his, and he raises an eyebrow. Ryder reaches out and hooks his hands over her wrists, pulling until she’s stretched out again. Gage pulls the chair over so he has the prime view of what I know for sure that’s about to happen, Leo sitting on the arm of it. Holden is sitting beside Ryder, wide-eyed, looking innocent as hell. Dex reaches back and jerks his shirt over his head, rolling his huge shoulders back. Once his hands are free, he steps on the center of her pants and pulls her legs free, kicking them away when he’s done.
“Dex. Let me go,” Les says again.
He smooths a palm down her ass, making her whole body jerk in response. “Say the words, and I will.”
“It’s not that easy!”
“Yes, it is.” With that, he rains down several blows on her ass with his palm, one right after the other. I watch in amazement when she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to stop her response. He smooths his hand over it. “Say it.”
“No.”
That goes on several more times until her ass is bright red, tears are streaking down her cheeks, and her legs are shaking.
“Say it, Baby girl,” Dex rumbles, rubbing his hand over it again. You can see his dick straining behind his zipper, just as turned on as she is. “Say it, and I’ll make it go away.”
“No.”
He lights her up again, his hand smacking so hard that you could hear it echo throughout the cabin. I have to adjust my hips, my cock straining and throbbing. Ryder glances over and grins. That sure as fuck doesn’t help.
When Dex smooths a hand down her ass this time, she can’t stop the moan. It comes from down deep in her chest. “Fucking hell,” Gage mutters, scrubbing a hand down his face. We’re all feeling it. It isn’t about watching her get punished. It’s watching her body’s response to it. She doesn’t even realize that when Dex stops, she raises her ass in an offering for him to do it again.
“Say it, and I’ll make that ache in your pussy go away, Baby girl.”
“There isn’t one,” she says, not giving an inch.
“You’re telling me if I slide my fingers between your thighs, you won’t be fucking soaked?” Dex asks.
“I’m not.”
Dex slides his hand down between her legs. When he pulls his hand up, it’s glistening, proving how much of a lie that was. He smacks her ass hard. “Who loves you?” No answer.Smack.“Answer me.”Smack.
“You! You do!”
Smack.“Who protects you?”
“YOU!”
Smack.“Now. Say it,” Dex asks again. We all wait, wondering if this finally got through to her. We aren’t trying to controlher, just like I told Ryder I wasn’t doing to him. It has nothing to do with control. We just want to fucking protect her.
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes! I understand!”
