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“Then take me, Elias. I made a promise to you.”
“You’re a wicked creature.” He smiled. The power of her lust was considerable to bring her to his doorstep after a long trek. He was secretly impressed but he was also displeased. She had risked much to come, not just the weather, but her reputation, too.
“I am.” She grinned. “But so are you.”
“Yes.” He removed his hand and shook off the water. “You’re wet.” He left the remarked codified. They both knew what he meant. “However, before I fuck you, I want to discuss your foolishness.”
“Oh?” She raised her eyebrows.
He fetched a towel and helped her stand. Draping it over her shoulders, he held her hand, and she stepped out of the water. Quickly, he rubbed her down before she started to shiver.
“I’m quite hot,” she said, staying his hand.
Her bosom was pink and the nipples fully erect, and her eyes had lost their dull coldness and were once again sparkling and fresh. She was not as tired as he thought.
With the bed only two paces behind him, he moved swiftly. Drawing her backwards, he sat on the edge, and before she could protest, pitched her headfirst over his knee. Her legs flew up behind, and her bottom raised itself high and in a suitable fashion. She squirmed and squealed.
“What are you doing?” she shrilled.
“Talking.” He admired the two moons of her arse—two pales globes and the pink furrow between them. He pressed his palm against her flesh and readied himself. This could go extremely well or terribly wrong. He was about to find out which one.
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She had never been spanked before. Not even a smack on the back of her thighs. As a child, the worst discipline she had encountered was her governess requiring her to stand on a narrow stool in the corner of the nursery. Nobody had laid a disciplining hand on her. William certainly had not.
The first clash of Elias’s palm against her bottom was such a shock, she could not even cry out.
“This, my dear,” Elias said with casualness that was equally shocking, “is for leaving the safety of your home.”
Another coolly delivered smack kissed the apex of her arse cheek.
“What?” she screeched. She attempted to wriggle around and face him, but he had a firm grip of her waist.
“Am I correct in stating you chided me when I decided to ride home in the fog—”
“Yes, well.” He slapped the other hot cheek as she interrupted him, and she grimaced.
“That my horse might stumble—”
“I walked—”
The debate was not working in her favour. For every rebuff, she received a complimentary smack. He clapped his hand against her bottom, alternating between her writhing buttocks. She should feel ashamed, certainly indignant at his coarse discipline. How childish to be spanked over the knee, and naked, too! She bit back a retort and thumped the bed with her clenched fist.
“Please, stop!”
He rested his heavy palm on her throbbing behind. The pain rippled out, and she sensed the heat rising out of her, the unending sting. He gave her bottom a brisk rub and as he did, his fingers slipped along her furrow. She gasped with delight and spontaneously parted her legs, allowing him to see her slit.
“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked softly.
She hesitated. Her hips were resting on his firm thighs. He held her close to his body, ensuring she did not take a tumble off his lap, and he had used his hand, not a whip or a strap. He was not beating her, and the pain, she noted, slithered away after a few seconds. Was this really terrible? She peeped over her shoulder and inspected Elias. He was dressed in the same jacket he had worn on Christmas Day. Unlike his smart uniform, there was a roughness to the fabric, and the elbows were worn. He was not a rich man and only a guest at his cousin’s house. She deduced this manner of effecting an arousal in her was something he had done many times before with other women, and perhaps he knew the outcome would be in his favour, or why else risk her ire? His experience was what appealed to her the most. When he fucked her, he did it with a confidence that exuded both sensuality and arrogance. He wanted her for his pleasure, and surely, as she promised, she should allow him. After all, she dearly wanted to make him happy.
“Please, good sir, continue,” she said, staring right into his mellow eyes.
“Then you’ll let me decide when to cease?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“You are a brave and wicked girl,” he mused, still rubbing the heat around in circles.
