He nodded. “No offense taken. This is my first time here, also.” His voice was warm, even as it had the strength of a command behind it. Like a purr that turned into a roar.
My brain darted between red-hot desire and humiliating awkwardness so quickly I felt dizzy. Or maybe it was just the scent of that man that was making my head spin. He smelled like an expensive forest.
And my cock was growing hard as a log.
Yet somehow, even in the most intimidating and unfamiliar environment I could imagine, there was something that felt familiar about being in the position I was in. It was almost like something deep inside of me was being called up to the surface. Almost like I’d been here before.
He cleared his throat and stepped closer. “Considering the cat is out of the bag already…” He slapped his hand twice lightly across his palm, like a spank. “I do imagine your cheeks would look pretty enticing after I pinked them up.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
He took another step forward, placing his body only a few inches away. I could see his lips beneath the mask. He had the shadow of a beard, and when he talked, his tongue flicked across the edge of his teeth.
My cock twitched.
He held his hand out, his fingers inches from my face. There was a small tattoo of a rose on his inner arm, a few inches beneath his wrist. “May I touch you?”
I nodded quickly, my heart pounding so hard I could practically hear it. “Yes.”
He drew the backs of his fingers along my mask, and I shuddered beneath him. “Hmmm,” he hummed in my ear. “I was just about to leave, but then I saw you.” He leaned forward, and I felt his breath on my neck. “I’ve got somewhere to be, but not so fast I can’t give you a little attention first. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to go in the first open room you find and lower your pants to the ground. Then you’re going to wait there for me. When I come in, I’ll give you a nice, solid spanking, just like you deserve. Because I know you deserve a spanking. Don’t you?”
Flames shot up my neck, and I nodded weakly.
He trailed his hand lower, drawing it down my side and to my hip. Little tingles of electricity shot out from his fingers. “Good. Because I’m ready to give it to you, right here in the middle of the party.” He withdrew his hand, and I saw his eyes, admiring me up and down. “And you’ll understand if I need to leave after? My business partner can be very pushy, even on the evenings.”
“I think so,” I said, my cock aching in my pants and my butt cheeks warming. “I’ve never been spanked before.”
The air went still between us, and I realized I had said something wrong. Maybe he thought I’d be bad at it, if I was inexperienced?
Was it possible to be bad at being spanked?
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice melting from the roar back closer to the purr. “If you haven’t done this before, you need someone who can hang around after and make sure you feel okay.” He reached out, grasping my shoulder and squeezing. “Damn, and your ass was looking mighty tempting in those pants. I don’t usually come to things like this for my play, but you almost made me second guess myself.”
My heart dropped, and all of the air seemed to go out of the room. My rear was already tingling, like I could feel his bare hands on my skin, and now he was leaving.
“Oh, okay,” I said, trying and failing to steady my voice. “I understand that.”
“Trust me,” he said. “I’d be an asshole if I didn’t walk away right now. Have a good night. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for.”
I let out a deep sigh as he walked away and placed a hand on my stomach to steady myself. Even though he was just a stranger, still, I felt my heart ache at his departure. He had just felt so perfect. So forceful and kind at the same time.
He felt like the kind of man I needed.
Georgia immediately reappeared, her eyes wide. “What happened?” she asked. “That looked like it was going somewhere.”
I remembered my champagne and grabbed the glass to take a big drink. “Yeah, going home,” I said, my throat tickled by the bubbles. “Home for that guy, and I think home for me, too.”
Georgia sighed. “Are we really back to square one?”
I shook my head, suddenly feeling very certain of the decision. “I think two heart-pounding rejections will be enough for one night. And anyway, I’m not so sure I should try this for the first time with a total stranger anyway.” I finished off my drink, then set the glass down. “I’m sorry to disappoint. I just don’t think I’m going to be up for it.”
Georgia frowned, but I could tell she understood. After all, it was basically a miracle that she had managed to drag me there in the first place.
And anyway, why would I want to be spanked by someone at the party if I couldn’t be spanked by that stranger?
He might have disappeared as quickly as he arrived, but I had inhaled his scent and felt his fingers against my skin. That memory alone should have been enough to keep my desires alive through the winter, and like I told Georgia, some fantasies were better left unrealized.
Especially fantasies as humiliating as mine.
