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“Owie!”
“This can end anytime, Veronica.”
How pathetic of me to give in after only one stroke.
“No!”
“Suit yourself, but don’t say I didn’t give you the chance to end your punishment.”
The brush landed with unrelenting precision, the sting quickly built to an inferno as I tried to squirm and buck the heat away.
“I can do this all day, little one, but I don’t think your bottom can. I guess I better move on to your thighs.”
Two strokes in, I broke down, howling and crying, but Jacob still didn’t stop, not until I hung limply with all the fight out of me. Tears rolled and dripped onto the carpet and maybe it was my imagination, but I swear where my tears landed, the rug strands appeared a little brighter, cleaner. If my tears cleansed the strands, was I also clean of my transgression? Could it be that simple?
Jacob ran one of his hands over my bottom, massaging away the sting. My legs parted, an involuntary act, but my body was in the driver’s seat now, not my mind. His hand slid between my thighs, slowly moving toward the apex. My inner self was screaming for him to hurry. If I didn’t come, I would lose my mind.
Gently, he stroked my slick folds. I arched my bottom upwards, letting him know with my body what I wanted. He spanked my slick petals with just enough sting to break the pink brain fog in my head.
Then he closed my legs and sat me on his lap. Cupping my chin, he tilted my face until our gazes locked.
“I believe you have something to say to me, young lady?”
My face felt as hot as my bottom. I wanted to wiggle away from the burn and hide my face in the warmth of his chest, but he held my body in place and my eyes captive.
“Come on, be a good girl, and say what you need to say.”
His gaze morphed from stern to warm in a nanosecond. I gulped, steeling myself to admit I’d been out of line.
“Uh, I’m sorry I yelled at you and said I hated you. It isn’t true, not even a little, not at all.” I licked my lips. “And I”—come on, say it—“want you.” I finished lamely, “I wanted you to touch me and make me have an orgasm. Is that bad?”
His smile was magnetic, and I found myself thinking back to the closet that night so many years ago. When I was in his arms but couldn’t see his face. Did it look like it did now? Full of warmth and dark desire? What would have happened if we’d kissed back then? Would we have dated, and if so, would I have escaped the agoraphobia that had been holding me captive in the apartment for so long?
“No, it isn’t wrong. What would be wrong is for me to reward you for your naughty behavior. You received your punishment and are forgiven.”
His hand slid from my chin to the nape of my neck. My breath caught. This was it, my first kiss and by the man who should have been my first back when we were teens. He was so close that if I tilted a little more, our lips would brush.
But his gentle hold on me kept me in place. I understood this was him, taking control and kissing me in his time, not mine, but still.Hurry up!I wanted to yell.
The wail of a cop alarm shattered the silence.
“Shit!” Jacob released my chin to dig around in his pocket. “Harmony, impeccable timing, as usual,” he answered, rolling his eyes.
I plastered my hand over my mouth to stifle my giggle.
“Yes, I’m here. How is she? Like a new woman.”
I felt the bloom of heat spread across my cheeks.Don’t tell her,I silently begged with my eyes.
“You can see for yourself when we get back.”
My heart fluttered with the look he was giving me and not just my heart. My belly was flip flopping and moisture seeped, making my needy nether lips slicker than ever. Crap! I totally forgot I was naked. I grabbed one end of the comforter and pulled it over my lap. Jacob’s eyes narrowed but returned to normal as he listened.
“Roger that. See you soon.” He ended the call, his gaze traveling from the blanket to my face. “Now where were we?”
His hand reclaimed the nape of my neck, and this time, his lips descended on mine. They were soft, yet strong, and it didn’t take long for my insides to liquify and my body to become putty in his hands. His tongue parted my lips and danced with mine. When his lips clamped down, I lost all sense, and became hyper focused on the panty-melting kiss as his mouth claimed mine. Gripping his forearm was all that kept me grounded.
It felt like hours had passed when he pulled back, releasing my thoroughly ravaged lips.
