Despite this feeling like a huge win, a small chink in herarmor, I treat her exactly like the wild mustang she is and don’t make a big deal out of it. Instead, I press my lips to her forehead, mutter, “Good girl,” and pull away again. When I get my belt through the loops of my jeans, I pointedly toss it to the side, out of reach. I hadn’t planned on using the belt on her in the first place.
“What? Are you waiting on an invitation, Tex?” I ask her, reaching behind me to pull my shirt over my head. I lose sight of her eyes for a second, but when my shirt’s off, I see her gaze snap away from my chest like she’s too proud to get caught ogling me.
“Waiting to see your cock before I decide if I’m staying,” she quips back.
I snort, palming myself over my jeans. “Think it’ll be less of a ‘pencil cock’ in person?”
She hums to buy herself time to think of a retort.
“This is as naked as I’m getting til we talk a bit more and get you out of your shorts, at the very least.”
Tugging her up from the bed by her hand, I turn her around until her back is to my chest. I grab her hair in my fist and use it to tug her head to the side so I can kiss her neck again, using my other hand on her stomach to push her back against my cock. “I was tested at my physical last November. I set the results over there on the nightstand if you wanna verify, but I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”
She stiffens a bit in my arms, but she’s quick to nod. “I’m good. And clean, I swear.”
“After I give you a spanking good enough to make up for all the hell you’ve put me through the last few months, can I come in your sweet pussy, baby?” I punctuate the question with a nip to her earlobe and she shivers again. She’s so fucking responsive, it’s killing me to take this slow and ask the questions I gotta ask to make sure this stays safe, sane, and consensual.
Jamie would be proud. Not that I plan to tell him.
Austin nods again, and I tut, nipping at her shoulder. “Verbalanswers.” I may be getting better at reading her cues, but I won’t risk hurting her because I misread her body language.
She rolls her eyes, thinking I won’t know just because I’m behind her, but I can see it in the way her head rolls with them. “Yes, you fucking caveman, you can come inside me.”
I grin against her skin, nipping her hard enough to leave a little pinch-bruise that she’ll find in the mirror tomorrow. “Time to see how red your pretty ass gets when it gets the attention you’ve been begging for.”
TWENTY-TWO
AUSTIN
Maddox bendsme over his lap, which is… a bit more intimate than I’d been expecting. I feel like his little rag doll as he moves me the way he wants me, pulling my arms behind my back and using one huge hand to pin them down just below where my bra would clasp if I were wearing one. He uses his other hand to tug my panties down until the waistband of them sits just below my asscheeks. I try to spread my thighs a little so he can pull them down further, get his fingers where I need them most of all, but he ignores my efforts.
“Comfortable, Tex?”
I try to blow my hair out of my face. “Oh, yeah, very. What, with your cock poking me in the stomach and all.”
Somehow, I don’t expect the smack that comes after that. It sounds much worse than it feels—the crack of it echoing in the room, making me jolt and gasp. By the time my brain catches up to the fact he just spanked the shit out of me, he’s massaging the sting away.
I’m momentarily speechless, frozen, blinking. I’ve gotten spanked before, of course. In fact, I love getting spanked. I’d say it’s half the reason I wanted Maddox to dominate me so badly.
“Okay?” Maddox asks, voice low and unsure.
I nod, before remembering he asked for verbal answers. “Yeah,” I reply, not a huge fan of how shaky my voice is. It wasoneslap; I need to get my shit together. Maddox still hesitates. “Green, I swear.”
He lets out a breath—a sigh of relief, maybe. It feels out of place. What could he possibly be worried about right now? Everything is great.
Another slap rains down—the other cheek. I’m expecting it this time, so I don’t flinch. There’s no more check-ins. Maddox falls into a rhythm of slaps, spreading them out across both cheeks and down my thighs a bit.
By the time the first whimper escapes me, I’ve already been squirming in his lap for several minutes. My pussy is throbbing. I swear to god, I’ve never been this turned on before. Usually, I’m the one in charge during sex, no matter how big a man’s talk is, even if I’m being spanked. I can’t remember the last time I was able to just stop fighting so much and give in to my instinct to submit.
“Maddox.” It’s a whimper. There’s no other word for it. As much as I hate the kick to my pride, I know I’ll get over it as long as his cock is in me soon.
“Hush,” he replies simply, and it’s gruff.
Being quiet makes sense. It sounds nice, actually. I press my forehead against the duvet and try my best. I can’t stop the moans and whimpers and whines, but I can stop begging for more than he wants to give me right now.
Instead, I focus on how his hands feel against me. My ass hurts… but in a really, really good way. A way that makes my mind tunnel and all the extra shit float away. Money doesn’t matter. My jobs don’t matter. What happened at the bar, my father, leaving Cedar Creek—nothing matters except Maddox.
After a while of being quiet and still, Maddox rewards me with two of his fingers between my thighs. His cock throbs against my stomach when he feels the mess I’ve made already.
