Page 60 of Steel

Especially with a male.

He was enjoying himself, even licking the length of his finger.

Finally, he yanked my thong to my thighs and just like he’d done before, he used a single finger to push me to the bed. He was telling me in no uncertain terms he was in control.

So I allowed him, curious as to how far he’d go. Eager to feel his rough hands stroking me. Craving me.

The girl who always had to be in full control allowed him to act as if I belonged to him. Maybe I should have thought the moment through. If I had, I would have realized why the belt had been conveniently tossed onto the bed in the first place.

He was a man of few words, pitching my clothes onto the floor then settling himself on his butt on the edge of the bed. The moment I realized his intent, it was too late. He yanked me over his lap while I objected as strenuously as I could given the circumstances.

He wasn’t deterred by my wiggling and moaning at all. With his hand firmly placed on the small of my back, he grabbed the belt and even threw one leg over mine.

“What is this? What are you doing?”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to run into a burning building?”

“Yes, when she was alive.” I wrenched my neck to try to look him in the eyes. He was thrilled with what he was ready to do. Spank me? Really? Was he kidding me? No one did that kind of thing. Certainly not one adult punishing another for something so…

Well, dangerous, but that was beside the point.

“When a vehicle has flames licking out the bottom, you stay away from it. The gas tank causes a pretty big boom.”

“I know,” I whined, but too late. He brought the belt down once, but hard enough the act was jarring.

And terribly painful.

“Ouch. Don’t!”

“You know that? Then why did you do it?”

“I told you why. I’m trying to watch where my money goes.”

He grumbled under his breath while bringing the belt down three more times. I was shocked enough that I couldn’t move. I also was uncertain how to talk myself out of the horrible action.

“What about your little boy? Huh? What would happen to that kid then?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you better figure it out. But you’re not going to be doing anything that stupid on my watch, brat. I’ll make certain of it.” He wasn’t kidding, bringing the belt down several times, the pain causing me to kick my legs as much as I could.

“Stop. Stop. Stop! You don’t have any right to do this.”

He did stop, which shocked the hell out of me. When he started caressing my skin, within seconds I could feel a lecture coming on. “Well, there is a rule in the smokejumpers handbook that if a person causes a fire and a smokejumper ends up saving the person, then the said person has to submit to the smokejumper for any punishment that he or she determines is justified.”

“That’s a real rule?”

“You bet.”

“So you don’t mind showing me this said rule?”

“Of course not.” He rolled his finger down my spine, followed by using the belt to do the same thing before smacking me straight across the sit spot. Not once but three times.

I jumped all three times, the pain threading through every muscle, wrapping around every bone. Worse than the agonyhe was inflicting was the heat pooling between my legs. I was thrown to the point I stopped moving.

As if I was giving in, relinquishing all aspects of personal control. All while I took several deep breaths, wiggling on his lap until he bristled. Not from any discomfort he might be feeling, but from the friction adding excitement.

Obviously enthused, he cracked the thick strap across my bottom again.