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"I'm tired of bad girls who interrupt my work," he said in just that tone. "I'm going to spank you."
Oh God. Yes, please. He must have registered her reaction, for his lips quirked, though his gaze remained steady, flat. He stroked his long fingers over her throat, making her lift her chin, then his grasp on her wrist increased. She wondered how he was going to proceed, how she needed to cooperate or react so they both didn't end up feeling foolish, but he took all those concerns away. In one decisive pull, he yanked her down over his lap.
Strong as she knew he was, feeling it firsthand stirred up a whole hive of bees in her lower belly. He steadied her before she could even start to flail, uncertain of her position. Bracing a hand on her ass, he took a nice solid grip on one cheek through her flannel pajama bottoms.
He wasn't tentative about it, which made suspicion bloom. He'd done this before. Or maybe he was like her, thinking about the same kind of thing so often that he'd switched from theory to practice without a blink. She'd told herself she'd have to have courage to go down this road, but what if she couldn't handle the reality of it? She was about to find out. Maybe that was why he'd decided to finally act. Not because she'd pushed it, but to see if he could scare her back into her corner.
No. A sadist he might be, but cruel he wasn't. He wouldn't humiliate her with no purpose, or he wasn't the friend she felt she knew, inside and out. But still, anticipating his Dom side for so long, imagining what it would be like, was very different from being so abruptly immersed in it.
Hooking his thumb under her waistband, he dragged her pajamas to her thighs, exposing her ass. Once committed, he didn't believe in half measures. She bit back an unexpected moan, not wanting to do anything to change his mind. Geoff had her over his lap, her backside exposed, and was going to spank her. She was shaking a little, no matter that she was trying to hide it.
"Milk and snow here as well," he mused. "I've thought about making this gorgeous ass red plenty of times. Especially when you parade around in front of me and Chris in these tiny T-shirts and low-riding pajama bottoms like we're your brothers or some shit like that."
He sounded almost mean. She wet her lips.
"I didn't mean--not at first."
"I know. But you still need to be taught better manners. Now be quiet. I'm going to count in my head again, and you'll just have to guess how high I'm going to go. Spread your thighs. I want to see your cunt get wet from this."
She'd never thought of such words coming from Geoff's mouth. She'd imagined some things, but she'd shied from the rougher stuff, not sure of herself. Yet when she heard the primitive word fall from his cultured lips, anticipation leaped in her chest. She adjusted her thighs.
"Nice," he said, in a low voice that had gone thick with lust. "Christ, Sam. You're going to kill me."
"But . . ."
Whap!
She jumped at the first swat. It was more surprising than painful, but the sensation stopped the words in her throat, so that his subsequent admonition wasn't necessary.
"I told you to be quiet. No talking. You can moan or plead all you want, though. I'd like to hear that."
That outrageous statement came with a surge of confusing response. Sam wasn't sure whether she was supposed to be insulted or . . . quiet. She found she wasn't capable of either.
He kept a restraining hand clamped on one buttock as he worked on the other, and it was a crazy feeling, the grip of his fingers on her flesh as his palm cracked against the opposite cheek in a series of blows that warmed her skin, making it tingle. Then it began to burn and sting. He switched, worked on the other side, then adjusted his hold to the center of her back to spank the full heart-shaped area.
"I've wanted to do this for so long . . . Your pussy's all slick and smells like heaven. I'd like to tie you up. Chris and I would take turns eating you for hours."
Oh God. He understood.
It was the first time either of them had acknowledged or suggested sharing her in any way. It made her so glad and hopeful, the words pulled another whimper from her. He'd gone still again, as if waiting to see what her reaction would be. He chuckled, a dangerous sound.
"Careful what you wish for, little girl."
He started spanking her again. Hard swats that came up from below, hitting the widest part of her ass, making both buttocks wobble, followed by straight down, flat cracks of his palm against the sides and tops of her cheeks. She was lifting up for more, pleading, moaning. Her arousal dampened the pockets of her thighs, slid over her clit, tickling it. When she pressed her mound against his leg, the resulting reaction sent her into a near-climactic haze. A harder swat made her yelp.
"You won't be rubbing your pussy against me, Samantha Beth. I decide if you get to come, and you've been very bad."
She swallowed another moan as he continued her punishment. Her ass was throbbing, and the blows were coming hard and fast enough to be painful, but she couldn't stop wanting more. The only reason she wanted him to stop was to put her over the table, fuck her while she laid on his papers, marking everything that belonged to him with her scent. She wanted his cock inside her, wanted him to completely claim her, make her his.
Flo had warned her about this flood of crazy. When you finally let yourself have a submissive experience, it's going to crash over you like a tidal wave, like a drug you'll never get enough of. Make sure you're with someone who knows how to handle that.
She wasn't sure if Geoff knew how, but both of them seemed caught in the unrelenting grip of the moment. Geoff's breath was rasping in his throat. His cock pressed against her belly, a steel bar under his jeans that made her pussy twinge with longing to have it shoving inside, joining their bodies.
"Geoff, please . . ."
He stopped so abruptly, she wobbled on his lap. He steadied her again. The way he made slow, teasing circles over her backside with his palm, it was as if he was calming himself, all while he aroused her past her ability to control herself. She needed to come. She couldn't think beyond that.
"Do it," he muttered. "Rub yourself against me now. Ask me to come when you're ready for it. Beg me."
