“And you’re in my house.”
“Now, but when I’m at the distillery, I’m at work.”
I want to insight that dominant, possessive streak again. I want his hand cracking against my ass. I want his punishments. His obsessive control.
“You know what I meant.”
“I do know what you meant,” I grin, “but that’s not what we agreed on. We agreed that I would follow the rules while I was under your roof, which I won’t be when I’m at work.”
“Technically, that’s still my roof. I own the distillery.”
“But that’s not what you said.”
It’s the last statement I get out before he grips my arm, sits on the bed, and throws me over his lap.
“Last chance to comply.” His big rough hand rubs circles on my ass.
I grin. “I’m not trying to disobey you. I’m just stating what you ask—”
His hand cracks against my ass, one solid spank after another, every one of them harder than the last as my skin ripples and stings with each touch.
“Jesus Christ, you make me hard as a fuckin’ rock. I should spank your ass for that too.”
My chest tightens, my clit throbs, and my entire body does somersaults as I brace for another spanking. This one doesn’t come, though.
He stands me upright and stares toward me as my phone vibrates in my pocket. “Who is it?”
“I’m not looking at it. How would I know?” I’m hoping this snarky remark will get me another swat, but it doesn’t. Instead, he pulls my phone from my back pocket and stares at the screen.
“It’s my brother. You should get down to the distillery. I’ll be there in an hour, tops.” He tosses my phone onto the bed beside us and rubs my ass where he’d just landed at least half adozen stinging, little spanks. “I’m trying not to want you, but you and this soft, little body make it hard as hell. You know that?”
His cock pokes into my chest as I lay splayed out on his lap.
“Yeah,” I grin, satisfied. “I can feel how hard this is for you.”
“Good.” He stands from the bed and strips off my tank top before handing me the long-sleeve shirt he bought for me last night. “So be a good girl and don’t talk to any boys today or that spanking will turn into something far more.”
“More how?” I grin and rub my hand over the bulge growing in his jeans. “I really want to play.”
He growls low in his throat and leans into my ear. “You want me to tease you like you’re teasing me? You want me to toss you back on that bed and edge you all night tonight? Make you beg me to let you come?”
I stare up at the giant before me, so big and strong, so possessive. “I’ve never been edged before. Does it feel good?”
“Jesus Christ.” He drags his thumb across my lower lip and leans down, his lips on mine for the very first time.
I’m on the tips of my toes, leaning up into him. He’s moaning low, growling as my tongue twists with his in a desperate effort to save me from him.
“You’re so fucking innocent, my little princess,” he whispers, kissing me again, this time sliding his hand over my breast to twist his thumb over my hard nipple before sliding beneath my skirt to sink into my soaking hole again. It’s heaven. Every fucking second of it.
I arch into his touch and whimper as he scrubs my clit with his thumb, driving me closer and closer to the edge. “When you’re at the distillery today and some boy wants to talk to you, I want you to remember this moment. Remember how this feels.Would you want me to let you come, or would you want me to keep you on the edge like this all night long?”
As his fingers thrust into me and twist around my swollen clit, it’s easy to know that answer. I’d want to come. In fact, I need to come right now.
“Answer me,” he growls, still probing into my tight, little hole. “What would you want?”
“I’d wanna come,” I whine, bending into him.
“Good.” He stops and pulls his fingers from inside of me, licking them both off. “My keys are on the counter. Now get out of here before I claim you right now and ruin your life.”
