Page 91 of His to Hunt

I decide not to keep grilling him and instead work on convincing him to stop for lunch at a local restaurant I used to go to with my grandmother. It doesn’t take much convincing, but when we get there, I realize it’s kind of a dive. It seemed more upscale in my memories.

Despite the appearance, the food is as good as I remember. Victor seems to enjoy it, too. After lunch, we make the drive back to the penthouse. It’s strange knowing that I can not only return to my grandmother’s house anytime I want but also drive myself there. In my Land Rover. Whose life am I suddenly living?

The spark in my chest for the man who made that happen is becoming more than a fondness. I can’t deny that. He’s changed my life for the better in every way imaginable. I even have a purpose now—an important one. I’ve completed one ritual, and there are six more to go before my role in reincarnating Mother Nature is complete. Holy shit!

“Are you going to take a bath when we get back?” Victor asks, looking over at me as he pulls into the hotel parking lot.

“Probably,” I groan, stretching my arms and shoulders, which is easy to do in this luxurious vehicle. “Why?”

“You can go on up,” he says, reaching into his pocket and handing me a keycard. “I have a surprise for you, remember?”

“Oh, I don’t even get to see it?” I ask.

“You will. But not yet,” he replies.

He parks the Land Rover and we get out. Holding the keycard to my chest, I head into the hotel. It’s the first time I’ve walked through here alone. I actually look like I belong here now. Well, maybe only because I’m holding the keycard like it’s armor. My clothes are a little dirty from our excursion. Expensive, but dirty.

I start a bath as soon as I get to the suite. I’m soaking in the scented water when Victor returns a while later. I’m not sure what he has planned for me. I’m a little nervous, but in a good way. A little scared, but the kind of scared where you can’t be terrified because you know you’re safe. I trust Victor, so I believe he’ll take care of me. Hopefully this won’t be as intense as the frenzy.

After I soak long enough to feel rejuvenated and radiant, I get out of the tub and dry off. I’m not going to question it. Druid power? The sudden miracle of luxury? I don’t know, but I like it. Almost as much as I like the sight of Victor sitting on the bed in his boxers when I step out of the bathroom in a towel.

“Is this my surprise? You in your boxers?” I ask coyly, biting my bottom lip. “If it is, I like it.”

“No, this is your surprise,” he says, picking up something beside him. I realize it’s a switch when he holds it up, then lays it across his lap. “I saw a few good switches when I went back to lock up your grandmother’s house.”

“Uh, that’s not the kind of surprise I was expecting,” I squeak, my ass clenching nervously.

“You mentioned running off to that cave to avoid the switch a few times, so it sounded to me like you were overdue,” he chuckles, grinning as he stands up, his boxers tented with an erection.

“That’s going to hurt,” I complain, but I feel a flutter in my core and some arousal between my legs. “And the frenzy is over, so I’ll have marks.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have been such a naughty girl,” he says, winking at me and tapping the switch against his palm. He then points it at the bed. “Lose the towel and bend over.”

I whine a little, but I let the towel hit the floor. He groans when he sees my naked body, and I hope that means he won’t be able to resist me very long, because that means fewer marks from the switch. I sidle to the bed and bend over, raising my ass like a good girl instead of a naughty one.

“Damn, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he growls, tapping my ass with the switch a few times before it whistles through the air and lands with a deceptive little thwip.

“Ahhh, owwww!” I squeal, dancing on my toes a couple of seconds before sinking back down to the floor. The switch lands again immediately, which causes me to cry out. “Ouch!”

But despite the pain and the two lines that feel like streaks of fire across my rear end, I’m getting wetter. I don’t even have to ask if he notices. It’s the one thing he never misses. The scent of my arousal when I’m practically dying to be touched, tasted, or fucked.

“I bet you were hiding from chores in that cave. Hiding from homework,” he teases playfully, lashing the switch across my ass a few times.

“Ah! Yeah, sometimes,” I whine, twisting my hips, squeezing the quilt between my fingers.

“And smoking cigarettes, too, it looked like,” he says, delivering a few more fiery lashes.

“Ow-fuck-ow, yes!” I cry out. “That was mostly Madison.”

“My mate has a dirty mouth now that frenzy has had a turn with her,” he says, some amusement in his voice. “I won’t punish you for that, because I like it.”

“I always had a dirty mouth,” I mutter. “I just usually don’t go around dropping f-bombs like confetti.”

“Let’s see if I can get you to drop a few more,” he rumbles, tapping the switch against my ass. “One for every trickle of you down your thigh that’s already driving me crazy.”

He raises the switch and brings it down, again and again without pausing. I was grateful for the pauses. I was hoping this wasn’t going to be one of those kinds of switchings. I fist the blanket harder, grit my teeth, and squeal as the thin streaks of fire are seared across my ass.

I can’t keep my feet on the floor. They’re kicking wildly. My hips are moving. I’m chanting fuck, fuck, fuck like it’s my new mantra. None of that keeps Victor from swinging the switch. I come close to yelling yellow when the tears blur my vision, but then I realize it’s over. The fire is still burning, but he’s no longer spanking me.