I whimper.Is he kidding?Did he just think of that now?Or did he mean to toy with me all along?
I’m shaking almost violently with pent-up need as he bends down and removes my heels.Seconds later, he lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his chest.He pads from the room.
I’m confused as we enter another room, and it takes me a moment to register what his intentions are as he pulls back the covers on a bed, lowers me onto the cool sheets, and pulls them over my naked body.
He kisses my forehead.“Take what you need, baby.I’m going to go get you some water.”He turns and leaves so fast, I’m stunned and blinking at the open door.
My body is trembling.My pussy is pulsing.I need to come more than I ever have in my life, and I don’t waste time obeying him.I spread my legs, reach between them, and circle my clit.I don’t even bother trying to stifle my noises.My moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as I thrust my fingers into my pussy and grind my palm against my clit.It takes me less than one minute to orgasm, and I’m still panting when he returns with a bottle of water.
I close my eyes as he sits on the edge of the bed.“You need to drink some water, baby.”
I take a few more deep breaths before finding the strength to confront him.When I open my eyes, it’s to glare at him.“Why did you do that?”
He sighs.“We didn’t negotiate sex, Kelsey,” he repeats.
Keeping my brows furrowed, I blink several times.“We didn’tnotnegotiate sex.”The truth is, we didn’t really negotiate impact play either.He ordered me to go to his room and strip before we discussed him spanking me.I was already naked, bent over, and submitting to him before he suggested spanking me.Semantics.
He gives me a slow smile that I want to slap off his face.“I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
I push to sitting, letting the covers fall around me.I don’t care that he can see my breasts.Let him look.“I’m not embarrassed, you rat bastard.I’m pissed.”I’m also still shaking from my orgasm, the one I would have much rather acquired from his fingers instead of my own.
Mr.Kennedy twists off the cap of the water and holds it in front of me.“Do you want to hold this, or do you need me to?”
I yank it out of his hand and pour half of it down the front of him.He’s still in his dress shirt.I’m sure it and his pants were going to the dry cleaners on Monday morning anyway.And we’ve already established I don’t pick up or drop off his laundry.
I’m impressed that he doesn’t flinch or change his expression.The water is cold.He must have gotten this bottle from the fridge.
I’m not stupid enough to drain it because I am thirsty.I tip the bottle back and drink the rest of it in seconds.
“Your tantrum is cute,” he says, taunting me.
I roll my eyes.
He sets a hand on the other side of my thighs, trapping me in.“You told me you don’t like to get aroused when you submit.”
I scowl at him.“I told you I don’t let anyone spank me at Edge because it’s too intimate, and Iprefernot to get aroused withrandomDoms at the club.Don’t mince my words.You knew I was aroused before we started.You spent the entire evening sending me smoldering looks that ensured my pussy was dripping.Then you dominated the fuck out of me before ordering me to strip naked in your room.It did not come as a surprise to either of us that I ended up desperate for release.”
He lifts his hand to my jaw and gently strokes my cheek.There’s a partial smile on his lips.
I swat at his hand, trying to push it away.
He shocks me when he grabs my hand out of the air, brings it to his lips, and sucks three of my fingers into his mouth.
It takes me a few moments to realize he’s sucking my arousal from my skin.Jesus.He holds my gaze while he does it.He doesn’t release my hand as he lowers it to my lap.“We didn’t negotiate sex, Kelsey,” he repeats yet again.“I’ve never once fucked a woman after dominating her without discussing it beforehand.You’re sexy as hell when you’re infuriated.”
I plop onto my back and stare at the ceiling, needing the few extra inches of distance from his intense face.He thinks I’m infuriated?That’s because he’s the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.“You want negotiation?Consent?Fine.The next time you decide to dominate the fuck out of me, sneak me up to your room, order me to strip, and spank me with your bare hand, feel free to finish me off, okay?”I bark.
I should have kept my mouth shut.I’m trembling all over from a combination of embarrassment and continued need.I’m probably making no sense, and I sound like a petulant child, which pisses me off further.The quick orgasm I gave myself was out of desperation and not nearly satisfying enough.
He chuckles.Damn him.“Noted.”
This is my boss.I somehow have to survive this weekend and then show up Monday morning as if tonight never happened.I have no idea how the hell I’m going to separate our working relationship from whatever this kinky new thing is between us.I can’t even put words to it or identify it.
What I know is that the man of my fantasies just spanked me hard enough to make my teeth rattle.I loved every moment of it and ended up pulsing with need.
He leans over me, kisses my forehead, and then stands.“Sleep.”
“I should go home.”
