There’s nothing else that has made me feel so in the moment than this right now. I thought dancing earlier tonight was freeing. Letting him do this to me is another level entirely.
“Should I stop?” he asks, voice muffled against my skin.
“No.” The word slips out before I can stop it.
He flips me onto my back in one smooth motion. I gasp, hands flying up to grab his shoulders.
He’s kissing my stomach now, lips trailing down my ribs, across my navel. I watch in horror and pleasure, scared of what this is turning into.
I didn’t plan to let him touch me. I also hate that he’s such a gentleman, asking permission first. It would be easier if he was just an asshole. Easier to hate him.
His lips travel down my body, kissing my hips, my thighs. He’s nipping me every chance he gets, and it’s ticklish as hell. I squirm, trying not to laugh.
“Why do you wear these?” he asks, tugging at the waistband of my jeans.
“I like them.”
“I’m dying to know what’s under them.”
“Hot dogs,” I mutter without thinking.
He pauses. Looks up at me. “Don’t say that.”
I throw my head back and laugh. I can’t help it. “Can you imagine?”
He licks his lips, eyes dark. “I would figure something out.”
My face burns. “Oh my god. Stop.”
“Turn around,” he says.
“You are not kissing my ass.”
He shakes his head, sitting up. “Turn around. Now.”
Something in his tone makes me obey. I roll onto my stomach, face pressed into the couch cushion.
His hands settle on my lower back. Then he starts massaging my back.
“Oh,” I groan before I can stop myself. “That feels nice.”
He leans down, mouth close to my ear. “Don’t make that sound, Lexi.”
I do it again. Louder this time. Just to spite him.
His hand comes down hard on my ass.
I try to sit up, but he doesn’t let me. His hand presses between my shoulder blades, holding me down.
“Keep defying me, Lexi, and suffer the consequences.”
“You have something else coming for you,” I mutter into the cushion. “I’m spiteful.”
“You are?” He sounds amused.
I nod as much as I can with my face pressed into the couch. “Very. You spank me? I’m going to hit you ten times harder.”
He spanks me again. Harder this time. It stings through the denim.
