Page 60 of Ready For His Rule

“Like…this.”

His second word was emphasized with a slap.

On her left ass cheek.

“And maybe…this.”

Another—to her right.

Lava wasn’t the right way to describe anything now. “Oh,” she rasped again, using the position of her arms to push up, twist, and cock a look backward—

As the man smacked her again, left then right.

Her stunned stare dropped from his rugged face to the pinkened spheres where his hands rested. Holy shit. The sight was…pretty damn hot. Much more arousing than she’d expected, especially as he began massaging the skin he’d just struck. The sensual sweeps, radiating heat through her hips and upper thighs, drove her gaze back up to his face. Most importantly to the black darts of his brows, and the need all but glowing from the gaze beneath.

She felt her lips move apart, letting out shaky air. She’d intended words to accompany it, an incensed “what the hell” at least, but her brain couldn’t fabricate a damn syllable. She was mesmerized. Melted. And, in a strange, unexplainable way…

Changed.

“I…see,” she finally succeeded in saying. Well, in whispering, but semantics were definitely not a priority right now.

Franzen’s stare climbed slowly up her body. With equal deliberation, he countered, “Do you?”

“I…” She licked her lips. “Well, I think so. I—”

“Tracy.”

“What?”

“Do you want more?”

She pulled in a puzzled breath. There it was again. The same feeling she’d known when he was in her mouth—only now, the man was handing her the power under different circumstances.

Now, he was asking her to give it right back.

If she said yes…she had a feeling he wouldn’t be asking anymore.

Her mind whirled. What would that feel like? To be relieved of that choice? To be freed from having to decide about anything, if only for a little while. To even think.

Being commanded…only to feel…

“I…”

“Tracy.”

“Huh?”

“There isn’t a right or wrong answer here.” His hands parted, sliding to the outside of her hips. “I’m still going to fuck your beautiful body, kitten. You only have to tell me if you’d like me to hurt it a little too.”

The bottom fell out of her stomach. But not with nausea. With sensations she never could have imagined, racing each other for possession of her thoughts, her will—both seeming to fly somewhere outside herself right now anyway.

The anomaly felt…

Really good.

“Hurt it,” she finally repeated. Her voice wasn’t hers either, a soft and strangled sound. “You mean…spank it again.”

“For now? Yes.”

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