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She hummed in assent and snuggled in closer. He smelled good, warm and rich with a hint of musk. Tracy brushed her forehead against his beard, just to revel in the sensation, and kissed his throat where his voice rumbled.
“Why do you call me little mama?”
He shrugged and it was like gripping the side of a shifting mountain. “It fits. The minutes I saw you with Aidan, I realized that being a mom was a huge part of who you are. Since I think all of you is sexy, ‘little mama’ feels good when I say it.”
Tracy nodded and petted his chest. “Okay. I like it.”
He rumbled again and the sound vibrated through her, low and subtle. It reignited the fire that had only banked, rather than died out. Her hips twisted, seeking sensation from the rough denim of his jeans, and bumped against an unforgiving length of hard, pulsing heat.
She gasped. “Is that your…?”
“Mmm-hmm. And it’s going to feel so good when I finally slide this big, hard dick inside your hot, wet pussy. But it’ll feel even better after I light up your ass with the spanking you practically begged for.”
He followed as she led him to her bedroom where no man had been except her son and her father. She’d wondered if it would feel odd or intrusive to allow someone new into the area she’d claimed as her own private haven, but Cutter added a presence she hadn’t realized was missing. A depth, a solidity that simply added a comforting fullness to the space.
The pretty wingback chair next to her bed was perfectly situated for reading. It was broad enough to curl her knees under her and held the one stuffed animal she had kept from her childhood, a ridiculously squishy black cat that was essentially a furry pillow.
“What’s her name?” asked Cutter, picking it up and giving it an experimental squeeze before he sat down in the chair.
“Hisname is Salem. I went through a baby Goth teenage witch phase in high school.”
Cutter’s wide grin was completely entrancing, bright, happy, and full of mischief and joy. She could imagine what he’d looked like as a child and her heart leapt.
“I bet your dad loved that. Were you the droopy, sad kind of Goth or the plaid miniskirt and crop-top kind?”
“Get your mind out of the gutter. Of course I was droopy and sad. Oh, the tragedy of being a teenage girl!” She put the back of her hand to her forehead in a dramatic display.
“Then maybe I’ll give you an extra couple of swats for all the trouble you caused your parents back then.”
Tracy caught her lip in her teeth and went with the reply that bubbled up instinctively. “Promises, promises. You keep telling me I’m going to get a spanking, but I haven’t had one yet.”
He reached out with one long arm and tugged her close. With her full compliance, he lowered her over his knees until her hips were snugged up his thigh. It was an uncomfortable position, not because it caused any pain, but because she was off balance, She was completely dependent on him to keep her from sliding away, which, she supposed, was part of the point.
She grabbed his ankle for support and felt more secure.
“Good job, little mama. Hang onto me, I won’t let you go.”
Cutter stroked his good hand over her back and bottom, midway down her thighs, then retraced the route over and over again. It was a light touch that soothed as much as it built the anticipation for what was to come.
He used his other hand to hold her steady, the leather warm and soft against her side.
“Since you’ve never been spanked before, here are the basics. Don’t reach back to cover your butt with your hands. If I hit your hand by accident, it might hurt you. Also, it’s okay to cry and yell, but you will not cuss.”
He stopped and waited.
“Umm, okay?”
One sharp, light pop landed that was barely a spank. “Yes, Cutter or Yes, Sir. You can call me Daddy if you really want to, but that’s not the vibe I’m getting.”
Immediately, she shook her head, her hair tumbling around her face, obscuring her vision. “Nope, you’re right. That would be too weird for me. Not calling you Daddy.”
“Not calling you Daddy…” he repeated, leaving the last bit hanging.
“Not calling you Daddy, Sir. Cutter. I’m not sure yet.”
“That’s fine. We’ll find the right word as we go. Now, this isn’t going to be a hard spanking, but if you find it’s too much for any reason, whether you’re in too much pain to continue, or you’re just too overwhelmed and need a moment to process, all you need to say isred.”
She nodded and earned another light swat before she corrected. “Sorry. I’ve never had a safeword before. Red. I’ll remember.”
