Every time he’d called me Palomino Girl before, I’d hated it. I’d had a horse I’d loved as a teenager, a sweet palomino by the name of Sasha. I’d ridden her every day, hoping to become a part of the equestrian team. It hadn’t panned out, but my love for the horse had transcended everything else.
Axe had been the first one to notice our bond, following in my brother’s footsteps of teasing me. The nickname had started after comparing the girl with her horse, telling me we were exactly alike.
He’d been making fun of me. My attitude. My refusal to follow rules. Come to think of it, he’d always been bossy. He’d always acted as if he was in charge of my decisions and my world.
I’d hated his air of dominance.
I’d challenged him on purpose as kids do.
Was this any different?
When I clamped my mouth shut, the tsking sound he offered was surprising. Almost as much as when he smacked his cock against my cheek several times.
“Open your mouth or I just might need to spank you.”
For all the times he’d been a pain in my ass, I would never expect him to use such words. I hesitated to obey him for another few seconds until he arched his eyebrows. I teased him in return, placing my hands on his abdomen, kneading his muscles.
He peered down at me with lust in his eyes, waiting patiently while continuing to tap his shaft against my cheek. Finally, I relented and as soon as I opened my mouth, it was stuffed.
For all the times I’d envisioned his cock, I’d never imagined it being so large. I could barely wrap my fingers around the thick girth. He was in full control this time, pumping his shaft into my mouth with a level of savagery I hadn’t expected.
Even his eyes were glassy.
He slowed his actions seconds later, taking a few deep breaths as he pulled his cock free. All the while, he continued watching me.
There was a connection we shared that I hadn’t expected, a closeness that I’d dreamt about and never thought possible. In exposing his pain, I’d awakened my own, a closed door that I’d never wanted unlocked again.
I hadn’t told him how I’d felt or the sadness that lingered deep within, but I had a feeling he understood. Maybe he always had.
Seconds ticked by. More.
Decisions debated.
Then one made.
His playfulness finally returned as he slipped his arms under mine, pulling me to my feet. “You’ve always had an issue with authority.” While holding me aloft, he kicked at his jeans, using his foot to pitch the tough denim halfway across the kitchen.
“Me? Never.” Why was it that when I was around him, I remained breathless?
“Uh-huh. You can’t lie to me. I couldn’t do anything about it then, but I can now.”
“What are you talking about?”
Every time he offered the slow and steady smile, I could clearly tell his mind was filled with sinful thoughts. He was capable of doing anything he put his mind to and I’d witnessed his mischievous activities with my brother on several occasions. Many of which should have landed both boys in jail.
That’s why I tried to pull away from him. Whatever he had in mind, I knew instinctively I wouldn’t like it.
He was too quick and too strong for me, pushing me over the edge of the counter, sliding me across by a few inches so my feet were dangling off the edge.
“What are you doing?”
“Providing you with exactly what you need. A hard spanking.”
“Huh? What?” I threw my head over my shoulder, trying to see his face. Was he kidding me?
The grin remained and he pressed his hand down on the small of my back while leaning over. This wasn’t going to work. Not like this.
I almost managed to wiggle away, but he was also quick in his actions, shaking his head. There went that tsking sound again, which I would now add to the list of sounds I loathed.
