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“Oh, yes, you’re very wet. Are you enjoying your spanking?”
No.
Only that wasn’t quite true, was it? She was definitely turned on, but she thought it was a combination of things. Being so close to Jake, having his hands on her, having him talk to her in that voice. The one that said he was in charge and she would obey, or else. Who knew she’d be so turned on by a take-charge man? As embarrassed as she was to be over his lap like this, she was also thoroughly aroused.
Maybe that had been her problem with Richard. She’d always made all the decisions. He’d left everything up to her. And she’d grown tired and disheartened. She’d been uninterested in sex because she felt like she was doing all the work, making all the effort.
“You have the most gorgeous ass. Round and plump and creamy. Well, it’s a bit more red than white now. Does your skin bruise easily?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Something to keep an eye on.” He flicked a finger around her clit, and she cried out, nearly coming. Holy hell. All he’d done was smack her ass a couple of times and touch her clit and she was so close to the edge she could taste her orgasm.
“You’ve very responsive.”
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“That wasn’t a complaint.”
“I’m not usually . . . I don’t often . . . I mean—”
“You don’t usually get this close this quickly?”
“No.”
“This is a lot for you to take at once. Control over your orgasms is something that takes time to learn.”
She gaped at him. “I have to learn to control my orgasms?”
“Yes.” He gave her another hard smack. “Enough distractions. Count.”
The smacks landed again. This time they came without pause. Sharp and heavy. The pain robbed her of her breath. By the time number ten hit she was certain she couldn’t take anymore. Then somewhere between twelve and thirteen something happened. There was still pain, but her arousal grew once more. Her body became more relaxed. As she passed through fifteen she found herself drifting.
Her mind emptied. All that was left was sensation: the feel of Jake’s hard legs beneath her belly, the way his hand landed on her ass, her clit throbbing, her nipples growing harder as they rubbed against the leather of the couch, and her skin becoming more sensitive. She was on fire, but in a good way.
When he stopped she almost cried out in protest.
“Good girl,” he whispered to her, rubbing his hand down her back “I know that was hard. You did so well, my beautiful, little kitten.”
She stirred, forcing herself to respond. “Little? Dude, if I was a cat I’d be a lion, not a kitten.”
“You are what I say you are. And I won’t have you talk down about yourself, understand me? This body is lush and delicious, and I can’t wait to feast. My job is to take care of you. Part of that is making certain you look after yourself. You can’t look after yourself while you’re belittling your body.”
Inwardly, she winced. She knew it was ironic for a therapist to have body issues and she had worked through most of them. Sort of.
“Sir? Here’s the contract from Master Saxon.”
Molly squeaked as she heard a feminine voice speak. Damn it, where had she come from? She tried to turn to look, but Jake laid a heavy hand on her back. “Stay still.”
Crap. Well, this was awkward.
“Thank you, Bea. Molly, stay where you are for the moment. Bea, could you please turn up the lighting a little so I can read this?”
He had to be kidding.
“Yes, Sir.”
The light grew brighter. Fuck. She cringed.
