“If you keep talking like that, you’ll be the one responsible for telling my doctor why my ovaries exploded.”
“I don’t know, doesn’t sound so bad to me.” He leans off me to reach for something, then within seconds he expertly rolls on a condom, and then teases me with his tip until I’m squirming again. “You’re bein’ a bad girl for not lettin’ me eat dessert.”
“Wait, you just did eat dessert.”
He chuckles. Yeah, we skipped the mud cake to come and fuck because I couldn’t keep my hands off him any longer. “Bailey Owens, just what am I gonna do with you?”
I bite my lip. Never one to shy away from the truth, I blurt: “There was mention of being put over your knee.”
His eyes widen as he halts in his tracks. “Do you want me to spank you?”
I clear my throat, a flush rising in my cheeks. “I don’t know. No one has ever spanked me, but it did sound kinda hot. Should I call youDaddywhile you do it?”
He kisses me chastely. “You can call me whatever you want, honey, I’ll still answer.”
“Then I’d better be a bad girl so Daddy can spank me.”
He pulls me onto his lap and we kiss. His tongue invades my mouth and I feel it everywhere.
“You’d better stop talkin’ like that orDaddyis not gonna last five seconds.”
“Should we have a safe word or something?” I ask. “I’ve read Fifty Shades, and some other books that are pretty kinky.”
“You won’t need one because I’m not gonna hurt you, but by all means, baby girl, you tell your daddy what you need.”
I laugh because of the face he makes, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “I guess just colors will work, right? Red for stop, yellow for I’m almost at my limit, and green for spank me harder?”
He kisses me again, his lips brushing against mine. “You truly are the most interesting woman I’ve ever met.”
“That’s better than being boring,” I say.
“This will be far from boring, are you ready?”
I nod. Anticipation running right through every fiber of my being. “Ready.”
He shifts so I face plant into the mattress, then I’m bent over his lap. He holds both my hands behind my back and I tilt my face to the side. “You’re gonna get three smacks per ass cheek,” he tells me, smoothing his palm over my butt while he holds my wrists with one hand. “And you’re gonna count.”
“Oh, god.”
“And you use your colors if I’m too hard or soft, yeah? I want this to be good for you.”
I’m dying to know if I like pain as much as I like pleasure, and I’m thrilled I get to do it with Brett. I don’t know him, but I trust him.
I wiggle my ass as he raises his palm, then a squeak leaves my mouth as he slaps one cheek. It’s not so bad, and it definitely didn’t hurt. He’s going easy on me.
“Count,” he tells me.
Yes, Daddy.
“One.”
He repeats it on the other cheek.
“Two. Green, cowboy, you can go harder.”
Smack.
“Three.”
