“Oh how I wish this beautiful ass was still warm from this afternoon,” he sighed as one of his hands abandoned her breast and slid down her stomach to settle between her thighs.
His wicked fingers soon began to roll her clit like a marble in honey and her legs trembled.
“Tell me, my darling,” he whispered bending to reach her ear.“Would you mind terribly much if I warmed your cheeks up again?”
“Huh?”she asked weakly, her mind spinning as she struggled to stay upright.
“I want to spank you.I’m asking for your consent, my darling.It won’t always be so, but for this one night I will accept your decision.”
“Why?”she whispered in shock.“Why would you want to?”
“Because I adored spanking you; have dreamed of it a thousand times over the years.I am convinced that had I been wiser and not so blinded by love, our lives might have turned out differently.Had I taken a firmer stand, applying a hard hand to your saucy bottom when it was called for, you would have soon realized I was the mate for you.”
Crystalia pushedhis hands from her and spun around, staring at him with her mouth open.She said not a word, her mind quickly digesting what he’d just suggested and weighing the value of it.Was it true?Had she needed a firmer hand, more guidance, more limits placed on her behavior?Certainly throwing that sculpture at him this afternoon in anger, hadn’t been one of her smartest moves.The spanking had stung and been highly humiliating.How could she possibly agree to a repeat?
Then she noticed the look in his silver blue eyes.His honesty was clear to see.He believed everything he’d just said and he was asking for more than her permission.Jackson wanted her trust, wanted her to surrender to him in a highly intimate way, much more personal than simply sharing her body.
After a few moments he used his finger to chuck her mouth shut, a grin on his face.
“I’ve shocked you, haven’t I?”
“Yes,” she admitted, feeling her face heat up.
“Understandable.It comes from decades of you playing the tune I danced to,” he informed her, his voice deep and somehow confident.“Tonight it is I who shall play the tune, and you my darling will surely tremble and dance beneath my hand.”
It was unnerving to say the least and she wavered, wanting, no needing him to finish what he’d started, for he built a fire in her that was startling in its intensity.Yet, his demands presented a problem, for she was not the kind of Elven female used to submitting to a male.Her independence had been hard won, and she would not give it up easily.
Suddenly his hand shot out.Reaching behind her head he sunk his fingers into her hair and pulled her body close, his lips claiming hers in a shocking display of masculine dominance.One hand snaked around her waist and she was held firmly to his body, unable to feel an inch of space between them.
His tongue slipped into her mouth, battling for supremacy.His steely hard cock pressed against her abdomen, burning her.She was unable to determine if it was hot, or extremely cold.The thought of that deep inside her was her undoing and her knees quaked.
Jackson lifted his head and pressed his forehead against hers.
“I’ll have your answer, now,” he commanded hoarsely.
Weakly she nodded her head.
“I am yours,” she whispered.“For tonight I am yours, Jackson.”
“We shall see, won’t we?”he answered, taking her hand and pulling her down on the bed on her tummy.
CHAPTER6
Her heart raced as she felt the softness of the fur blanket beneath her, the cool touch of the crystal bed frame against her skin sending quivers down her spine.Crystalia's breath hitched as Jackson's strong fingers trailed lightly down her back, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
The room was lit only by the soft glow of candles and what moonlight filtered through the frost-covered windows, casting a silvery sheen over everything.She could hear the distant howl of the wind outside, a haunting melody that seemed to match the intensity of the moment.
Jackson leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a wave of desire through her body.She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his in the dim light.There was a hunger in his gaze, and a glimmer of satisfaction that almost made her change her mind.
“Can you just get on with it?”she demanded.
He laughed.
“Still trying to control everything,”” he said just before his hand landed smartly against her bottom cheeks.“Let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?”
She tried to scoot away and he laid his body across her, his side holding her firmly in place.Gently his hand stroked her bottom before cupping and weighing each cheek.
“How long have I waited to be able to touch these beautiful cheeks, kiss them, and punish them?”he asked.“Three decades?Four?Five?I’ve lost count, but I never lost my desire.”
