“You really are a bad girl. Let’s see what we can find.” He pressed the full weight of his body against me as he leaned over, laughingto himself as he grabbed something from a utensil holder. When he twirled it in the light, I heard my gasp before I realized what I was doing.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He had a freaking wooden spoon in his hand. Did he honestly think I would allow him to spank me with some damn spoon?
“Hmmm…” He held it up to the light, cocking his head back and forth. Teasing me.
Just like I’d done with him.
That much was easy to tell. He could drive me into fury faster than any man I’d known. I’d known there was a switch inside him, one where emotions could go from zero to a thousand in a flash.
Years before, the swing had been about joy slamming against rage. His bouts of anger had been legendary. He’d enjoyed smashing things, including the windshield of my father’s prized Dodge Ram after being kicked off my father’s rodeo team.
The hatred of the two families had been in full force.
Now, Axe’s drift from overwhelming despair to being the playful guy I’d remembered was jarring. He was having a great time pretending as if he owned me.
So when he brought the spoon down on my backside, I had no idea what to expect, but if I thought he’d issue a love tap I was dead wrong.
Pain shot down the back of my leg, the split second so intense the breath was ripped from my lungs. All I could manage was a strangled whimper while driving myself up from the counter.Gasping, I was shocked into submission, so much so that he managed three more smacks before the paralysis broke.
“No. Stop. What are you doing?” I reacted without thinking, twisting my body and managing to swat his face.
“Ouch! Jesus, Palomino Girl. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“That’s what I asked you.”
He cupped his face, scrutinizing me as he rubbed his jaw. “That’ll cost you, little lady.” He gripped my arm and spun me back around, pressing me down on the counter and resuming the punishment. The sting of the spoon was harsh, perhaps even more so than before. I was woozy, but not from pain. From the way the spanking made me feel inside.
Butterflies were having a field day, fluttering their long wings and adding to a sense of excitement. That was crazy. But the warmth between my legs was increasing and had been. First, his kiss, the long slow hunger than had been festering for years. Then his touch, so electric I was still panting.
When he’d darted his tongue across my clit, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. And the orgasm had been amazing. What I refused to share with him because his head would grow to twice its size was that no man had ever gone down on me before.
Why? I’d never been interested. I’d always thought that made me weird, but now, I believed I’d been holding back.
Saving the moment for him.
I wasn’t a virgin, but every act of intimacy with him felt like the first time.
When I tried to reach him again, he cursed under his breath and took the time to rip one arm behind my back then the other. “You’re wily as a damn horse. I told you to keep still.”
“No, you didn’t. You said no such thing.”
“Well, I meant to. Stay still or I’ll start again.” He didn’t give me an option, managing to grab both my wrists with one hand, instantly returning to whatever he thought he was doing. Disciplining me? It was crazy. I was a big girl.
An adult.
I’d never been spanked before by anyone.
Oh, I was furious with him, wiggling and bucking to try to escape. The spoon kept coming down, snapping against my naked skin until I was close to screaming out of frustration. The pain was crazy, so intense I was panting when I wasn’t moaning.
Or cursing at him.
“I’m going to get you for this!”
“You can try. You’ll fail, little palomino. Just like you did all those years ago.”
He was enjoying every moment of this. I kicked out, managing to drive my foot into something.
“Ah, fuck. Girl, you’re going to be the death of me. Stop fighting me. Now.”
