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Shame fills me as dampness spreads between my thighs. Why am I so needy for him?
“Now for a question I think you’ll actually answer.” He gives my ass a squeeze. “Have you ever been spanked?”
I shake my head. “No. I told you I was a good girl.”
“Well, that’s changed, hasn’t it?” He gives a chuckle, the laugh vibrating against my side.
“No. Not really. I’m good. I just… got into some trouble.”
Not even of my own doing…
Should I tell him? That it was my uncle, not me, who got me into this trouble? Maybe spare myself some punishment? No. I have to keep this family secret. The more people who know, the bigger the chance it gets back to my grandmother.
He leaves his hand resting, heavy, on my curves. “But you agreed with an Accardi to bring a package here. Didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And you knew, you had some idea that was bad. Didn’t you?”
I think of the knot in my stomach, pushing my decision to hide the package. “Yes. I guess so.”
“And don’t you think that means you’re naughty? That you’re a naughty girl who needs to be punished?”
Does it? The weight of his palm against me, the idea of his big hand spanking my ass, it makes me clench with need. I shift my weight on his lap. “I—I don’t know.”
“It does. You’re a naughty girl who came into my club, ready to do something very naughty, something that could cause a lot of trouble. And now I’m going to paddle your ass for it.”
“What?” I flip my head to look over my shoulder, staring up at his face to see if he’s serious. I mean, I know he ordered this thing to be tied around my waist in the first place, but now that he’s actually threatening to use it…
His gaze is stern, his jaw set.
He’s serious.
He unties the paddle at my waist, holding it up for me to see. “What did you think this was for?”
I groan, laying my head back down. “I know what it’s for but I just kinda ignored it all night.”
He slips the paddle into his shirt pocket for safekeeping. “It’s going to be pretty hard to ignore it now.” He leans over me, heat and muscle against me as he reaches for my ankle. He finds the end of the zipper there, tugging it up my leg. “Spread your legs for me, naughty girl.”
Can I? He remains always in control, but I sense he isn’t a patient man.Deep breaths. I force myself to part my legs. He goes to unzip my outfit. His fingers cruise up my inner thigh, brushing against my skin as he unzips. The light touch of his fingers barely making contact sends a shudder of electricity through me, my shoulders tensing. This makes him give another deep chuckle and I feel his laughter against me.
The fabric of the unzipped pantsuit lays over me like a skirt. Cool air rushes up and over my bare skin, traveling over the heat of my naked pussy.
He has total access to my sex, my ass, the entire lower half of my body. I squeeze my eyes shut tight as shame fills me. I want his touch, yet I’m terrified to have him touch my bare skin, have his hands and fingers places no one has ever been.
I wait, frozen.
His rumbling words shock me. “Ask me to touch you.”
I thought he was going to do what he wanted, that I was going to lie here, swallowing my shame, and take it. My finger strokes the leather of the bench. “What?”
“You heard me.”
Silence hangs in the air between us. My mind wars with my body. He’s woken curiosity, desire, and shame inside me. My throbbing core demands he follow through, that he continue to play this wicked game he’s begun.
Now he wants me to drive this thing forward? Wants me to ask, to beg for this game to keep going? No way.
The tips of his fingers stroke the backs of my thighs.
