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She laughed softly. “What do good girls get?”
“Doesn’t matter. Because you’re not a good girl.”
They’d discussed her name being on the naughty list before the holidays. She gave him a wink, her smile pure wickedness when she said, “Good girls are boring.” She backed that pronouncement up with one more bold shake of her ass.
Matt reacted quickly, pushing her to her stomach, his lips still by her ear. “Your safe word is red.”
With that, his body left hers, his hands gripping her waist, tugging her to her hands and knees.
She sucked in a harsh breath at the sting of the sudden weight on her cut knee.
“Shit,” Matt said, releasing her. “Your knee.”
“It’s fine.” She’d been touched by his concern earlier, more than she cared to admit. While she was an independent woman, perfectly capable of changing a tire and cleaning up a cut, it had been a long time since someone had taken care of her. It felt good, even if it did drive home just how lonely she was.
Regardless of her reassurance, she could tell he intended to pull back, so she took the decision away from him. Taunting him with a seductive smile, she shook her ass one last time. “Punish me. Now,” she whispered.
Matt’s eyes narrowed briefly, and she immediately recognized her mistake. She’d spent her entire adult life having to ask for what she wanted in the bedroom.
Well, not exactly asking.
Liza made demands, like the one she’d just issued to him. Her past lovers had always followed her lead, most of them needing her guidance. Dominance and self-assurance in the bedroom were seriously lacking in her generation of the male species. Gen X parents had a lot to answer for.
Matt possessed an abundance of both, so he made her pay for her demand…by making her wait.
He slowly slid her pants and panties halfway down her thighs, not taking them completely off. The elastic of the panties as well as the drawstring made it difficult for her to part her legs. Not that she was trying. Just the opposite. She needed friction, so she squeezed her legs together, squirming to appease the pulsing need.
Matt placed his hand on her ass firmly. “Hold still.”
She started to shake her head, but some instinct she’d never acknowledged stopped her, telling her this would all go easier if she just obeyed. She hated that word in ninety-nine out of a hundred scenarios. This was the one exception.
“Please,” she begged.
Matt stroked her ass, his touch so light it almost tickled. “I like it when you beg.”
“Matt.” Mercifully, his name came out on a huff of breath that masked the whine inside it. “Please.”
He didn’t reply, just kept caressing her ass, his fingers dipping lower, to the backs of her thighs. The one place he didn’t touch her was where she needed it most. She tried to part her legs on the downswing of his fingers, but all that got her was his palm cupping one ass cheek, squeezing it in warning.
Liza lowered her head, her forehead resting on the fluffy pillow beneath her. She tried to hold steady, but all the party places below her waist were throbbing.
“Ple—”
Her plea was cut off when Matt lifted his hand and brought it down on her ass.
Hard.
She gasped, her hands clenching into fists as she tried to adjust to the pain.
Not that Matt was giving her much time. Or any.
He lifted his hand again. And again. And—God, ten more times. His hand smacked every inch of her ass and upper thighs. The initial stings hurt enough that she almost said the safe word, but just when she thought she couldn’t take another slap, her arousal kicked in.
Electricity shimmered and pulsed through every nerve ending, and her pussy clenched with a painful need.
Matt stroked the skin he’d just spanked, then cupped her ass again, squeezing harder, igniting a different kind of burn. This one sunk deep, struck gold.
Liza’s back arched, silently begging for mercy, for more.
