Her eyes narrowed, a glimmer of amusement. “What is it we need to accomplish?”
Simon slid his hand down her back, stopping when he reached her ass. He patted it gently. “We’re gonna start with a spanking.”
Her eyes widened, but that wasn’t fear he saw glinting in the mocha depths. “A spanking?”
“You don’t think you deserve one?”
Her cheeks pinked. “Maybe.”
“But first…” He kissed her again, then proceeded to wash them both, taking his time and enjoying how she responded to his touch. Her soft moans filled the bathroom as he soaped every inch of her, then rinsed her with the sprayer.
By the time they made it to her bed, Simon was one giant nerve-ending. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. He relied on every ounce of patience he possessed to keep from impaling her and slaking his lust in the heat of her body.
“How do you wanna do this?” he prompted, wanting her to be as much a part of the punishment as he was.
“What?”
He could see the blush creeping up her neck.
“Would you prefer to bend over the bed? Or I can sit, and you can bend over my lap. Or I’ll get on the bed, and you can lay across my legs.”
“Umm.”
Simon stepped behind her, sliding his hands up under the towel that was covering her, cupping her ass with his hands, kneading the smooth globes firmly. “One way or another, I am gonna spank this perfect little ass, Violet.” He leaned down and nipped her earlobe. “Until I do, I won’t put my cock inside you.”
“Not even in my mouth?”
His dick kicked hard at the thought of that sassy mouth wrapped around him.
“Not even your mouth,” he said with amusement.
Violet pressed her ass against his hands. “Is it gonna hurt?”
“Yes,” he said honestly.
He couldn’t explain the need he had to spank her ass for what she did. He’d never been much into this type of foreplay, but he’d seen last night how much she enjoyed it. And because she had, he had, too. Now, he wanted to use that lascivious tool to his benefit, to let her know that sneaking out this morning had hurt him more than it should have.
“Bend over the bed, Violet. But lose the towel first.”
Simon didn’t urge her forward, didn’t direct her in any way. He wanted this to be her decision. Only then would it bring either of them the satisfaction he knew it would.
The towel fell to the floor at her feet a second before Violet lowered her upper body to the mattress. She tucked her arms underneath her and rested her head on the bed.
“How many would you like?”
“I have to decide that, too?”
He liked that she was teasing him.
“Yes. And choose wisely. The punishment should fit the crime.”
“What’s the crime?”
He smacked her ass once, causing her to yelp. “You really don’t know?”
“Because I snuck out?”
Simon laughed. “You snuck out of your ownhouse, Violet. To get away from me.”
