“So you lied?”
“I guess I did,” he admitted.
“Oh dear,” she teased. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
“What?”
“You’re going to have to be spanked,” she laughed.
Ty roared and pulled her naked body completely on top of his, giving her several crisp slaps to her backside as she squealed and tried to wiggle away.
“There is only one person in this household that needs to worry about spankings, and we both know who that is, don’t we?” he asked with a mock growl.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed in time with his smacks.
“Good,” he replied, marveling at how quickly he’d become hard again, pressed against her belly as he warmed her butt. Maybe there was more to the erotic spanking thing than he’d realized and he spread her legs and lifted her, sliding her down on his cock.
Kelsey moaned and tossed her head back as Ty showed her how to ride him. It didn’t take her long to catch the rhythm and then he was no longer thinking about anything but the woman driving him crazy.
Chapter Thirteen
At 9:25 Susan finished brushing her hair and set the brush on the bathroom counter. Slipping on her ivory satin robe, she padded barefoot across the room and picked up the two items Marcus requested, suppressing a shiver of excitement. She was headed downstairs to have her bottom spanked and most likely violated by the toy in her pocket and she could hardly wait. Breathless with anticipation, she wondered when she’d lost her mind?
Pausing, she rested her forehead against the thick door, her hand on the lever as she tried to calm her fluttering heart. What the hell was happening to her? Why did the thought of submitting to him, lying over his lap and allowing him to do as he pleased with her have her body trembling with need? Hell, she was almost dizzy with it. Sex was fun, had always been fun, as long as she had a decent lover. It wasn’t supposed to be this all-consuming fire, burning her from the inside out, searing her soul.
It’s him, she realized. Marcus was responsible for this shift in perception. Oh, she could say no to him, but in the end he would make her want it. Once he got near her, got his hands on her, hecould brush aside her objections as easily as he brushed away an annoying insect.
Physically, he was much stronger than she, he could take anything he wanted from her, but he didn’t need to use that strength. All he had to do was give her a taste of the pleasure and she was toast. She wasn’t a teenager in the throes of her first love affair, eager to please; she was a grown woman in control of her own body and its responses.
Squaring her shoulders she opened the door, determined to tell him that some things were just off limits. There was no way he was going to make her crave things she wasn’t interested in. Suddenly she heard the grandfather clock in the great room strike the half hour, its deep tone reverberating through her in warning.
“Shit,” she mumbled as she fled down the hall to the stairway. Susan flew down the stairs at top speed, cursing herself for her weakness. She got to the door at the same moment Marcus opened it to come looking for her and ran smack into his arms.
“You’re late,” he observed, taking in her flushed face and panting breaths. Her hair swirled around her like flames against her pale skin and silky robe. “Is something wrong?” he asked, gathering up her hair and bringing a shining handful to his face. “You smell like sugar cookies,” he murmured, pulling her closer and smiling. “So are you running to something or away from something? Is there a spider I need to remove?” he teased.
Susan stiffened. “The only spider around here is you,” she spat, wiggling out of his arms.
“How so?” Marcus laughed and let her go, leaning against his desk as she scurried to the other side of the room and took up a position behind the sofa.
“Don’t act so innocent, Marcus. You know what you’re doing to me. This isn’t exactly what I signed on for,” she huffed, taking the items out of her pocket and dropping them on the sofa.
“What did you sign on for? I never misrepresented myself as far as I know. From the very beginning I told you that my desires were slightly twisted. Do you feel I have deceived you?”
“No, it’s not that; you were basically honest,” she answered, twisting the sash of her robe as she avoided meeting his eyes.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I guess you’re just more than I expected. I thought there would be a little spanking, a lot of sex and an incredible amount of money.”
“And how is that different than what you received?” he asked, confused.
“It just is,” she shot back. “I didn’t figure on liking everything you did to me,” she growled, her eyes flashing
“I see,” he said as he turned his head away and smiled. “What would you like me to do?” he asked, facing her again. “Do you want me to stop spanking you?”
“Would you?” she asked curiously.
“No. How about the sex? Do you want me to stop making love to you, or maybe just resort to missionary style in the dark a couple of nights a week?”
