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As she glanced up at him, she saw how stern he looked.
Oh, shit.
“Were you given permission to come, Pequeña?”
“No, Sir,” she said in a quiet voice. “But in my defense, I haven’t had an orgasm in ages, and I’ve never had . . . had that.”
God, she felt good. Her body was so relaxed that it didn’t even have the good sense to be worried about the way he was staring down at her.
“What did I say would happen if you came without permission?”
Crap. She didn’t know. How did he expect her brain to work when she was basking in an afterglow from the most amazing orgasm in the world?
“The most amazing orgasm in the world?” he repeated. “Damn, that is high praise. Makes me almost sorry about what I have to do now.”
What was he talking about?
What did he have to do now?
“I’m sorry, Pequeña. But it’s a count of ten for coming without permission. Roll over onto your hands and knees and stick that ass out.”
“You . . . you can’t be serious!” She gaped at him.
“Oh, I am. Hands and knees. And if you keep arguing, I’ll remember I owe you another five for rolling your eyes.”
She didn’t . . . she couldn’t . . .
“I’ve never been spanked.”
His eyebrows rose. “Never?”
“No.”
“Hmm. That explains a few things.”
If she wasn’t still floating from her orgasm high, she might be insulted by that.
“All right, I’ll take pity on you.”
Oh, good. So he wasn’t going to punish her? That was nice.
“I always knew you were a nice man, Gargamel,” she told him. She was still kind of riding an orgasm-high.
“I am not a nice man. And do not liken me to a Smurf.”
“He wasn’t a Smurf. He was the bad guy.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. “Over you come.”
“W-what?” she asked, sitting up.
Whoa. That orgasm had been so good that it had caused the world to get all hazy.
Her body was still having aftershocks.
“Seriously. Why aren’t people getting these all the time? How do they get anything done? Who’d want to do anything else but have orgasms?”
“You are so sweet. If only you hadn’t earned a punishment, I’d let you ride that high all night.”
“Punishment?”
“Yes, over you come. Seriously, it’s like trying to herd a cat,” he muttered.
“Why would you want to herd a cat?” she asked as she let him guide her over his lap. “That would be strange.”
“So is spanking you when you’re like this. It’s like you’re high.”
“I am. High on an orgasm. Do you think I could have another one?”
“Not tonight, Preciosa.”
“Oh, no. That’s so mean. I take back that compliment calling you nice.”
“That wasn’t a compliment. And if you wanted another orgasm, then you shouldn’t have stolen one without asking, should you?”
“But I did ask,” she said from where she was now lying over his lap. This position wasn’t very comfortable. “You were the meanie who wouldn’t let me come.”
“Well, now I’m the meanie who is going to redden your ass.”
He was?
Huh.
Oh, no, wait!
“Nooo! I don’t wanna spanking!”
“I’m sorry, Pequeña. You knew what would happen if you came without permission. But it’s only ten. I’m going easy on you. I’m not even adding on what you’re owed for rolling your eyes at me.”
“Oh, you’re just the king of generosity and kindness,” she said sarcastically.
“Yep. That’s me.”
Without any warning, two slaps landed on her ass.
Smack! Smack!
She let out a loud cry of pain, kicking her feet against the bed.
“That hurt!”
“Good.”
Good? Good! That was so freaking mean!
Smack! Smack!
“Nooo. Stop! Please!”
“You have a safeword you can use if you really need me to stop. But use it wisely.”
Why? Did she only get to use it once? She didn’t really need it, she guessed. But she thought she’d better make a bit of a fuss so she didn’t get twenty next time. Because she had a bad feeling that she was never going to be very good at holding off her orgasm.
If he ever did this to her again.
Please, let him do this to me again.
Honestly, if she’d known what she was missing, she’d have found someone to do that to her a long time ago.
But what if only Alejandro can make you feel this way?
Sobering thought.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Tears filled her eyes. And it was almost a relief. She hadn’t cried since she’d gotten back here. She’d expected tears as she’d stared in the mirror at her blood-covered clothes.
Or as she’d stripped off to get in the bath, scrubbing at herself.
Or as she’d lain there in the bath, unable to move, reliving everything that had happened recently.
Someone had ransacked her apartment. Some guy had held a gun pointed at Alejandro.
Someone had shot The Scot.
Smack! Smack!
Those last two smacks broke the dam. The tears came in gulping big sobs. She was barely aware of him shifting her so he was lying on his back on the bed with her on top of him.
