“So, you work here?” He had turned back towards the stove, stirring chocolate into the boiling milk. She took the opportunity to let her eyes wander over his broad shoulders, down his muscular back, to his tight ass. He glanced over hisshoulder at her, his lips quirking up when he caught her staring.
Her face heated in embarrassment, and she forced words out of her mouth. “Uh, yeah. I take care of the fish.” She shoved the mugs onto the counter next to the stove and retreated to the wooden dining table in the middle of the room.
He filled the mugs and carried them to where she sat, “The fish?”
“The aquariums and fish ponds. I maintain them for Mr. Wolfe.” She wrapped her hands around her mug to stop them from shaking.
“So, you don’t work in anyotherareas of the lodge?” His voice carried a hint of disappointment.
“No,” she paused, “well, I don’t get paid to at least. But there are no rules about employees playing with the guests. Are you a guest?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere in this weather. Mr. Wolfe was nice enough to let me and my sister take shelter from the storm.”
She nodded her head in agreement, remembering what Mr. Wolfe said about Jake and his sister staying with them. “What did you do to your head?”
He placed a hand on his bandage and frowned. “I took a fall,” he said, “thanks to my darling sister.”
“I have a few sisters like that,” she replied.
“Do they work here too?”
“They don’t live around here. I don’t really see them much.” A pang of regret hit her and she needed to change the subject. “Your name is Jake, right?”
He stuck his hand across the table to shake her hand. “Yes, Jake. And you are the beautiful Coral, if I remember correctly.”
She felt her cheeks warm from his compliment. “Once wefinish our cocoa, would you like the grand tour?” She didn’t normally fraternize with the guests if she wasn’t playing, but this one seemed different.
CHAPTER 5
JILLIAN
Jillian awoke with a grumble and a sigh. Her back was no longer covered by her large sleeping partner. She felt cold and lonely and turned over onto her back.
Ow.Her bottom ached from last night. She flung back the covers and found the large mirror in the bathroom. What did her bottom look like? Was it beet red, with lash marks and cuts and stripes? It certainly felt that way.
She turned around and inspected herself in the mirror. There was still a faint hue of pink and a few small red lines, but surprisingly no other marks or bruising. She thought her bottom would be a mangled mess of black and blue and purple.
Touching a sore spot, she shuddered as she felt the trickle of wetness between her legs.Oh!The feeling from last night!It had warmed her core and caused her tummy to do flip-flops. She had been too busy trying not to flinch at the pain last night to pay much attention to this other feeling. But shecould feel it now. It settled deep in her gut and made her feel fevered.
Her arousal strengthened as she smacked her bottom gently. She pinched her bottom cheeks between her fingers.Ow!The heat continued to build in her core.
After staggering to the bed, she flopped down on her tummy. She thought of Bertram’s large hands and the hardness in his spanks against her bare bottom. She ground into the mattress, while her hand lightly swatted her backside. Being careful to miss the sorest spots, she warmed herself up with a minute of fast strokes and pinches.
What if Bertram were spanking her right now? “Mmm,” she groaned. Calling her a naughty little girl? Telling her he would spank her bottom so hard she wouldn’t sit down comfortably for a very long time?
Her pulse quickened as she reached around and found her most intimate spot. The wetness clung to her finger—sticky, moist, warm, and luxurious.
Fumbling onto her back, she pictured what she must have looked like over Bertram’s knee. Squirming over his lap. Her bottom bright and red as he spanked her soundly. She would cry and beg him to stop. But no, he would not stop until he was done with her.
She vigorously flicked her tender nub and distributed her wetness.Oh my heavens, what wonderful torture.
Continuing her stroking and exploration, she visualized her spanking. He would see the wetness between her legs and would tsk her.Naughty girl, getting turned on by your spanking.He would spank her softer this time. She would open her legs to him, inviting him in.
He would reach his fingers between her legs and slide them along her wetness. His eyes would darken.
She pressed her finger inside the warm, tight wetness,and her body trembled with excitement. “Oh, Bertram, please more,” she whispered into the pillow.
A violent fit of shakes erupted from her as her core spasmed and tightened around her finger. She groaned as she withdrew her soaking wet finger and shook from the pleasure, writhing on the bed until she had finally calmed.
