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“This one will be for wearing a bikini at sixteen, so I could see your nipples and the cleft of your ass.”
“That was a very modest suit,” she protested. “When you get out of the creek, it’s really cold and stuff clings.”
“Judgment has been passed.” Before she could prepare herself, his hand smacked her still vibrating sex.
The fierce sting had her reacting instinctively, trying to roll away and clamp her legs shut. He was ready for that, though. He’d put his hand between her legs, sealing his palm over that sting and holding her almost off her knees again.
“Did I tell you that you could move, Les?”
She shook her head.
“Let it settle. I think you’ll find you want more.”
The command, the act, spiked the whirl of uncertain feelings inside her. It had stung, it hurt.
Yet beneath his palm, her sex also vibrated.
Wanting more.
He’d told her he’d give her one of her fantasies—spanking her sex. The man paid attention, something as terrifying as it was arousing.
“I’m going to do it four more times. You know your safe word.”
“Yes…yes, Sir.”
He removed his hand. “Spread your knees wider and lift your ass. Show me your pussy. Don’t you fucking move this time.”
Oh God. She found herself doing it, even as her fingers curled into the carpet and she pressed her forehead into the fibers. Something…something else was happening. She didn’t know if it was right or wrong, if…
Second slap.
She cried out, an aching sound that moved into her chest. At the same time, she fought that very reasonable, very sane urge to close her legs and protect herself.
He was in charge. He wouldn’t hurt her past bearing.
Third slap.
The ache moved up into her throat, stayed throbbing in her chest. The reaction, tangled up with the aftermath of the climax, grabbed for the pain. Tears were accumulating behind her eyes.
Fourth.
“Brick…” She wailed it, a cry of need and pain.
“It’s all right. I’ve got you.” He turned her around, shifted her into his lap, cradled her in his arms. “You don’t have to do anything but listen to me and follow my lead. Put everything in my hands.”
Like a child would. The thought came to her, an unwelcome intruder, but one she couldn't deny. She didn't have the right to keep this separate and sacred from it.
She might not have that right, but she wasn't the one in charge of that decision. He was. "Only me and you in this room." He’d registered the tension that swept through her, the agony boiling up with those emotions. "The world waits outside until I say you can let it in. Got it?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Sir."
“Good.” He removed her shirt, pulling it gently over her head, so she lay fully naked in his arms. He stroked her body, murmured to her, until that ache eased enough she could make a shaky request. “More…poetry. Please?”
He smiled against her forehead. He rose, taking her to the sectional. When he sat down on the throw he put beneath them, he kept her in his arms, on his lap. He trailed his magical fingers over her face, over her breast, the nipple, the curve of her stomach and upper thighs. He played in the damp hair at her sex.
