"Spread your legs a bit." I shift my stance wider. "Good girl. Thank you."
This is new; thank you?
I shiver at the praise, the thanks. I don't understand why I react this way, and frankly, I don’t give a single, solitary, flying mother-fuck. I like it. I want it.
"Ask for it."
"Spank me, Jakob."
"Say please."
"Please, Jakob?" I'm so excited I can barely breathe, so turned on that my arousal is dripping down my thighs, literally. "Please spank me."
"Stand up."
Disappointment slithers through me, but I obey anyway. "I asked," I protest. "I said please."
His lips ghost against my ear. "Fuck, honey. Youreallywant to be spanked, don't you?"
"Yes," I whisper. "So bad."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Why?"
"I don't know!"
"Why, dammit? Youdoknow. Just admit it."
"I just want it!" I cry. "I don't know why. I don't want it to be, like, hard, so it hurts. Or…or not much. Just…god, Jakob, Idon't know! It's…" the truth topples out of me, and I’m glad I'm facingaway from him so he can't see my face when I say this. "I want to surrender completely to you. To trust you to know how hard to spank me so I like it. It's about trust, Jake." The new nickname just slips out on accident. "It's just about trust."
"Step forward to the foot of the bed." His lips are on my ear, the words growled, trembling with…it sounds like fury, but it's not. The proximity of it to fury, though…the knife-edge of danger, knowing his power, his strength, fuck. So hot.
I'm burning up all over, dripping with arousal, shaking with need.
I walk with slow, measured paces to the foot of the bed. Stand naked and wait, not daring to look at him. If I disobey, he won’t give me what I want, and I fuckingneedthis. More than my next breath, I need this.
His lips touch the shell of my ear, and I shiver. "Touch your pussy." His chin rests on my shoulder. "Let me watch you."
"Yes, Jakob." I slide my fingers down my belly to the apex of my thighs. Slip my middle finger down my seam and inside myself, and I whimper.
"Are you wet for me, darling?"
"Yes, Jakob."
"How wet?"
"Dripping."
"Dripping?" He sounds skeptical.
He nips my earlobe and sighs into my ear as he drives his palm down my ribcage, avoiding my breasts, down my side, over my hipbone, over my quad to the inside of my thigh.
"Open for me." I spread my thighs apart so I'm standing with feet shoulder-width apart. "Good girl." Fuck, fuck, fuck, my pussy trembles at the praise. He trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh, smearing my essence. "Ohhh my fuckinggod, Brys. Youaredripping for me."
"Yes, Jakob. I'm dripping for you."
