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“I’m just a man who handles issues on the spot and you were definitely trying to gather information about me. And you have a caustic mouth!”
“Fuck you. And just what do you think you’re going to do about it?”
He exhaled before picking me up from the floor like I weighed nothing. “Take care of this the old-fashioned way.”
In shock, I didn’t react or make a single sound until he plopped me down beside the bed, his oversized fingers fumbling to unfasten my jeans. “Wha… what in the hell are you doing? Bastard.”
“Giving you a spanking.”
“You damn well aren’t going to do that.” I knew that screaming wasn’t going to draw any attention. Not only was his room all the way at the very back of the motel, but the area backed up to an alley and a series of trees, both able to mask the noise. I was stuck with a crazed biker hell bent on… Spanking. The word lingered in my mind, carving up visions of all the fantasies I’d had. This wasn’t happening. “Get your hands off me.” I finally reacted, smacking him across the face.
Grunting, his head snapped to the side and he closed his eyes, but damn if he didn’t keep his grip firm. Very slowly he turned his head, placing both hands on my hips. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You’re getting a spanking. I don’t like people getting into my business and you not only lied to the motel clerk but to me as well. Now, you can lower your jeans and panties yourself or I’ll do it for you. Your choice.”
Hearing his husky voice, like smooth velvet sliding down every inch of my naked skin, I shivered visibly. I was also biting my lower lip, a clear sign of my ragged nerves. What in the hell was I supposed to say to this man? I was turned on as well as humiliated. Heat poured off my body, forcing beads of perspiration to trickle down the back of my neck. “I…”
“You have five seconds before I remove your jeans,” he stated, so matter of fact like he did this kind of thing all the time.
The one thing I could tell? He wasn’t kidding. “Fine. I’ll do it.” I took a step back, my face rippling with another round of embarrassed heat. I could no longer look him in the eyes. How could I? Some stranger was going to punish me like a bad little girl.
Panting, my fingers were almost immobile as I attempted to unbutton and unzip. I was trembling all over when I lowered them past my hips.
“Panties too,” he directed.
I was ready to curse at him again but thought better of hit. Keeping my head down, I slipped my fingers past the tight elastic, beseechingly slowly lowering my panties. I knew I heard a slight growl coming from his lips. He was looking at my bald pussy. I knew he was.
Pervert.
Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck everything.
The words repeated themselves in my mind, but I had to ask myself, why was I wet and hot, my pussy spasming?
“That’s better. You might learn obedience.” He sat down on the bed and took my hands into his. “Do you really work at this bar?”
“I already told you I do!” I snapped. Uh-oh. I could tell that had been a mistake. “I mean, yes. I manage the place.”
“So, you’re from around here?” he asked the question then dragged me over his lap.
“I’ve been here a few years.” What in the hell was he hiding from, or whom? Maybe that’s why he valued his privacy. My curiosity was piqued even more. I was too busy trying to figure out his business to realize he’d yanked my jeans and panties down even further and was now rubbing his callused fingers over my bottom.
There wasn’t a portion of my body that wasn’t aroused, and I was fearful I’d leave a wet mark on his jeans. I held my breath, the anticipation killing me. When the first two smacks hit across my ass cheeks, I jumped, not from the pain, but from embarrassment as juice leaked from my pussy.
“You can’t go around accosting strangers. That could get you killed. And that mouth of yours is terrible. You’re a beautiful woman, but having a dirty mouth isn’t an attractive attribute.” He proceeded to issue several additional hard swats, one coming after the other.
I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out. The man wasn’t going to rattle me. When a series of smacks moved from one ass cheek to the other, I clenched my fists, finally tossing back one of my arms. “Ouch!”
“You know that spankings are supposed to hurt. Stay in position or I’ll be forced to use my belt. Not sure if you’d like that.” He held my wrist with one hand as he rubbed my heated bottom with the other. Tingles rocketed through me.
“Asshole!” The shame of being spanked by a stranger was palpable. The fact I was turned on was even worse.
The visions continued, wild and crazy; my mouth open wide and sucking his big, fat cock. I wanted to ride his shaft like a bucking bronco, this stranger buried so deep that I had difficulty breathing. And I wanted him to slather my pussy with his tongue, licking every drop of cream.
This couldn’t be happening. I had no right to be so… I licked my dry mouth, whimpering softly.
“That just got you another twenty. You need to be remorseful, not a brat.”
I envisioned myself surrendering to his every shameful need, no matter what he asked. This had never happened to me before. Not with any boyfriend and certainly not with Carter.
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck!
