Page 65 of King of Temptation

Sharp pain exploded across her skin and she yelped, jerking with such surprise at the blow that water sloshed over the side of the tub and onto his suit.

Served him right, the big jerk.

Looking over her shoulder, she glared at him. “You said you wouldn’t spank me if I did what you said!”

“One, that’s not actually what I said. And two, that wasn’t for being disobedient. That was for being a sarcastic brat.”

“Oh.” Since she couldn’t truthfully claim she wasn’t being sarcastic or a brat, she kept quiet.

“Uh-huh.” Now the sarcasm dripped from his words, and she bit her tongue against pointing out how hypocritical it was of him to spank her for having the same sense of humor. “Are you ready to be my good girl now, or do you need more?”

Because the swat really had hurt a hell of a lot more on wet skin, she swallowed down the snippy response sitting on her tongue. “I’ll be good… for now.”

Again his deep laughter echoed off the tile walls, filling the space with the warm sound. “I suppose that will have to do for the time being. Have you ever had your bottom plugged?”

Heat that had nothing to do with her bath flooded her body. “No. Nobody’s ever… You know. There.”

“Good.” His voice had dropped, the words rough as sandpaper. “I like the idea of being your first. And your only.”

Oh, god. He really was going to make her fall in love with him if he kept talking like that. Exactly like one of the men from her books. Shoving those thoughts aside, she focused on the more pressing issue at hand.

Like what he was planning to shove up her ass.

As if on cue, he gripped one cheek in his rough hand, pulling it to the side. Exposing her most secret parts to his gaze.

Yeah, the sheer humiliation of that was definitely another thing she’d nailed in her books.

God.

Something pressed against her opening, and a whimper slipped past her lips in anticipation of the pain to come. In her books, this was always a punishment, and as such it was always more painful and humiliating than the heroine thought she could bear. Though she did, of course, always end up enjoying it in the end.

Heh. In the end.

“Relax for me, menace. I don’t want to hurt you.”

His words unraveled some of the fear tying her stomach into knots. But she couldn’t quite force her muscles to loosen, no matter how hard she tried. “Sorry,” she said with a strangled laugh. “Apparently I’m a little nervous about having something shoved up my ass.”

The fingertip at her entrance moved. Not inward, as she’d expected, as she’d written about so many times. But rather in circles. A gentle pressure encouraging her to open, to allow him in.

“I know it’s hard the first time,” he murmured, still teasing her clenched hole. “Can you trust me to make it good for you, baby? Can you trust Daddy?”

Fucking hell, he was going to turn her into a puddle if he kept talking like that.

At least she was in the right place to be puddlefied.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the sound of his voice as he continued to coax her through it. On the feel of his finger, gently stroking between her bottom cheeks.

Focused on letting go and trusting the most dangerous man she knew with the most fragile parts of her.

“That’s my good girl.” His voice still held that low, crooning tone, but now it was tinged with pride. “I’m going to push my finger in now. There will be a bit of a pinch and some burning, but just try to relax and not fight me. Okay, baby?”

“I’ll try,” she squeaked out, too busy being humiliated by the thought of his finger in her ass to be humiliated by her voice cracking.

“Good girl.”

And with that, he breached her, pushing past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance, the tip of his finger probing her, gently working in and out of her hole but not going any deeper.

There was, as he’d said, a slight pinch followed by the burn of being stretched. But it wasn’t anywhere near as painful as her books. Whether that was simply her own lack of experience or the care he was taking with her, she wasn’t sure.