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"Consequences," I said firmly, collecting myself as something a little taboo, a little kinky teased my imagination. "Take off your leggings-nothing else-and come lie across my lap."
Chapter Five: Penny
I almost asked him to repeat himself, even though I'd heard him loud and clear. I'd been listening since I brought the phone to my ear in the lobby. His timing had been spot on. I had just marched into his apartment building like I not only deserved to walk on the marble floors, but like I was a very important person, on very important business. My kick butt state of mind fell flat when I came face-to-face with a security guard who gave me a look that told me he had no problem sending me packing. I gave him Xander's name, and I had a feeling he must have been the cream of the crop because the guard's dark eyebrows had perked and he sat a little taller and informed me that all guests had to be approved by Mr. Wade daily, and his list was blank. The whole ‘I'm his girlfriend’ thing didn't even faze him—and then my phone cut through the silence. I dug through my purse and answered it without even thinking...and remembered that Xander had been calling all day and I’d been ignoring it. What would I say to explain myself? What could I say?
My brain had run through every scenario for why he was calling. The first was that he called one last time just to tell me to fuck off. Or he’d laugh when I asked to come up, telling me I was eight hours too late. Silence was the most painful hypothetical, especially since up until the phone call he’d texted and left messages asking me to call back and talk to him. That old, familiar insecurity whispered that he’d reached his breaking point and there was nothing left to say. But he’d told the guard that I was okay. He’d even called me his girlfriend. Not the woman who was more headache than she was worth. Or the runaway bridesmaid. Not his ex-girlfriend. The elevator ride up I reminded myself that he wasn’t the one that kicked me to the curb. I was the one that left in a hurry and was laying low. Hiding.
When I opened the door and looked into his wild green eyes, I saw how foolish I had been. I’d been looking at him and Jenna through jealousy colored glasses because I knew that the look he gave me was for me. It was a tantalizing mix of ‘God, I want to be inside you’ and ‘Are you ok?’ and ‘I want to take you in my arms and never let you go’. I felt every conflict, desire, and something I never thought I’d find in that look.
It wasn’t something I’d expected to find without me properly atoning for my sins or hinting at it for weeks. There were no ‘I love you’s’ in the Robertson household. And ex’s? There was a process, and I love you was just the next logical step. Marshall practically had to be cajoled into saying it. But with Xander, I felt it before he even said the words. I believed it. And when I said it back, it wasn’t some sort of ritual, call-and-response thing. He took the leap and I was right there to catch him.
We were naked together. Well, emotionally. At the moment, I was well on my way to being naked, literally.
In my rush to get to him, panties were the last thing on my mind. I slowly removed my leggings, the air teasing my bare skin. I held my hands awkwardly over my nakedness like I was some virgin sensing her impending deflowering. When I met his gaze, I expected to see a smirk in his emerald green eyes. I was far from a virgin, and he’d already seen, kissed, licked, and possessed the part of me that I was covering for modesty. But the look he gave me was far from amusement. Even several feet away, the air was charged with lust.
It was just a look; just his eyes, and that's all it took for me to drop my hands to my side. The look was an authoritative snap that told me that I had nothing to hide. Nothing to be ashamed of. It said he needed me and knew that I needed him just as badly. Desire hummed through me like a live wire and while I didn't need the throat clearing reminder that there was a second, naughty demand I'd yet to fulfill, I welcomed the stern undercurrent in the sound. It told me he couldn't wait to have me. Couldn't wait to spank me.
I bit my bottom lip as I drew to him, the hypnotic pull of lust drawing me to those eyes. Those perfect lips. The muscular lines of him that I couldn't wait to feel. My fingers shot to my shirt, nearly pulling it off before his voice lashed out and stopped me.
"Leave the shirt on." His lips curved into a smirk that made me throb. Ache. "Patience, Penny. I'm going to have you. All of you-when we're both good and ready."
I wanted to to take his hand and put it on my flesh. Let him see how wet I was, just at the thought of him spanking me. I was good and ready the moment he'd uttered the command. I stole a look at his crotch and saw the thick bulge that tented his jeans. We were both good and ready. I opened my mouth to broadcast the obvious, but my words melted into a gasp when he reached out and pulled me into his lap. I was straddling him, my palms against his chest, every tortured breath he breathed vibrating through him and echoing through me. I knew I still wasn't the way he wanted me, but I teased him anyway, eyes locked on his, watching the moan flicker its way through the green depths as I swirled my hips and felt him pulsing beneath me. I leaned in and brushed my lips against his, desire taking hostage of me and there was nothing I wanted more than to kiss him.
He smiled, stroking my cheek gently as he breathed into me, bringing parts of me to life that I didn't know existed. I'd never felt this gloriously out of control. I'd never felt like I could climax from sheer anticipation alone, but I felt the pleasure building, starting at my toes and racing up my body like some wild, untamable thing. Just when I felt myself spiraling out of control, sparks of pain lit up my scalp as Xander yanked my hair and exposed my neck.
His lips traced my fevered skin. "On your stomach."
My limbs felt like jelly, my breaths no longer steady but needy, erotic pants. It was the sound of someone that knew that pain was coming. I wasn't afraid—I welcomed it because I knew that whatever he had planned would hurt so good.
I laid on my stomach, splayed across his lap. I savored his touch as he swept my hair over my shoulder, my brown strands dripping to the hardwood floor. His fingertips skimmed my spine and I was glad he hadn't thrown in something impossible like 'and be still'. How could I? Every part of me was heightened, raw, and needy.
His fingers, strong and sure and achingly skilled at making me twitch and writhe drew to my bottom. He smoothed over the globes like he was touching a piece of heaven. A fantasy come to life and finally within reach.
“How many strikes should I give you?”
My heart leaped and pleasure raced up my spine at the word ‘strikes’. And then I realized he meant plural. This would be no solid spank as he took me from behind; he was going to literally spank me—and he was asking me to dole out my own punishment.
I twisted my head to the left and looked up at him the best I could. I only saw the angular line of his jaw. A flash of a smile. “Um...five.”
“Five?” he repeated with a chuckle. “You can do better than that.”
My face warmed and I had a feeling that my ass was next. “T-ten?”
He caressed my left cheek, then my right. “That’s better. Here’s the thing. I think you can take more.”
I hitched a breath. “More? I haven’t...no one has ever really...” I suddenly forgot how to speak.
“Spanked you?” he finished. “Good. I’m glad that I get to be the first...and the last.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as he began, one fading into two that melted into fire. Each strike edged up in bite until I felt tears pricking my eyes and balled my fists. I lost count, my ass stinging as I unleashed a moan from deep inside. The number we were on didn’t matter to me. I was consumed by the way he commanded my body, knowing just how to collide and stroke my flesh to give me pain and pleasure. To make me gyrate and beg for more.
He lifted me like I was weightless, my body still rocking with aftershocks. He laid me on my stomach on the couch, the leather warm against my skin. His voice was low and sensual as he stroked my back. He made gentle circles, delicate swirls. “How are you feeling?”
“I don’t know if there are words for it,” I murmured. I realized that wasn’t true. I didn’t have the perfect words to describe how elated I felt, but I had words. I just laid my check on the cushion and spoke from the heart. “I feel bone dead tired, like talking alone is draining what energy I have left, but at the same time, I still crave more of you.”
“God, I love how insatiable you are,” he breathed hotly, his fingertips pressing into my flesh. When he skated toward my butt I tensed, but he just gently stroked me. “Don’t worry, I’m done spanking you. I have other plans. Other ways to tease you. Make you moan until you can take no more.”
“If I’m remembering correctly, you were the one that tapped out,” I teased demurely. “So maybe I’ll make you moan until you...X-Xander...”
