“Yeah, well, any sin will do.” His knee pressed into my back and his hand—his hand raised and connected with my backside in a stinging swat.
I howled.
Humiliation flooded my cheeks. The words strangled in my throat. “You bastard!”
“See? You’re a wee brat with a fowl tongue.” Liam spanked me again. His palm massaged the stinging flesh. “To tell you the truth, I’ve been dreaming about paddling this sweet, juicy buttock since the first time I saw you.”
Another slap. The sound of his hand colliding against my skin ricocheted through the room.
“That’s sick,” I spat. “What kind of man wants to spank a woman? You’re twisted, Liam. Insane!”
“It is, cailín, but you like it,” he growled. “See this?”
He pulled the pink-striped, cotton bikini briefs to the side. Two fingers slid through my hot,drenchedpussy.
“Your wee cunt weeps for me.” Liam pinched my clit between those fingers, gave it a tweak, and then pulled his hand away.
I swallowed a sob.
“Shall we count your sins, little bird?”
My body said one thing, my mouth another.
“Go to hell,” I raged.
Liam tsked his tongue and began to rain stinging blows on my backside.
Now that the shock had worn off, I realized this was some kind of game. A forbidden, decadent game. Liam wasn’t disciplining me. Well, maybe at face value. But he was exerting a rigid control over my body. It was like the dirty talk. This was dominant to the extreme, but he wasn’t going to hurt me.
The spanking?
O, dio sopra, the way his handfeltswatting my ass. It was so good. I was in danger of coming from that alone.
Liam paused, reaching out to caress my chin with his bare hand. “You know? I think I should spank you regularly. Until you crave the idea of bending over my knee and taking your penance, my sweet sinner.”
“That is never happening,” I seethed.
The words felt like a lie.
The look in his stormy eyes told me he knew.
Chuckling darkly, Liam peeled my panties down my thighs. A long, appreciative whistle blew through his lips. “Tomorrow, you are going to think of me every time you sit down.”
Liquid heat pulsed between my legs. I could feel my arousal coating the seam of my thighs.
This whole situation didn’t add up. A normal person wouldn’t spank their wife over her driving, over stopping a fight in the store, or for a rude, grumpy jab. But there was nothing normal about Liam. He’d just been looking for an excuse to spank me.
As his fingers brushed tenderly over my smarting skin, the tempting thought popped into my head that it might be fun to give him a real reason for the spanking next time.
You are in over your head!
There shouldn’t be a next time. I needed to leave. Soon! Before I was in danger of wanting to stay any more than I already did.
“Are you done now?” I taunted. “Or are there any other trumped-up charges you want to exploit for an excuse to punish me?”
I held my breath, hoping he’d take the bait.
The grey in his eyes darkened, turning them midnight. “Yeah, cailín, there’s something.”
