True. Even a mating rabbit like Dad only had four by my age. “That’s it. Enough comments about my age from you. Turn around.”
He groaned, but it was one of those half-hearted ones that suggested he wasn’t planning on using his kung-foo on me. I ripped off his jacket and chucked it on the couch. “Hands on the wall.”
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his compliance. Just pure obedience. He looked back at me with a demure smile and stuck his ass out more. I yanked his pants and boxers down to his knees. Then I rubbed him all over, taking my time to cup my hand around the curve of his ass, travel down his well-developed hamstring muscles, and back up via the crack of his ass.
His hard cock bobbed between his legs, twitching, and moving in time with my attention. I teased his taint with soft fingers, making him shiver and moan, then I tugged his balls just enough to draw a whimper from his pouty lips.
I wanted to kiss them again, but I denied myself. “Please,” he begged.
“Do you want to be spanked?”
“Kinda, yeah. You find that weird?”
I didn’t stop, moving slower, this time with one lone finger running along his crack and then faster, rubbing to warm up the area I want to lay the first handprint. “Not weird.”
“I don’t think it’s weird—for the record—but I wasn’t sure if you did.”
“Not your first time?”
“Not by far. I do this a lot.”
By that point, I was sure that what I was experiencing was a cosmic joke. I’d just been handed the match I never thought I’d meet and here he was acting like me even though he wasn’t a “me” type. How strict was he about his stupid rule? Could we find a way to be flexible? A loophole? Because if I was going to spank his perfect, peach-shaped ass, I’d want to tomorrow and the day after that.
“Jesus Christ, do you need a signed invitation to spank my ass?”
That was an invitation in my book. I let a smack fly and it left a raised hand-shaped print on his right cheek. He hissed. “Regret antagonizing me?”
“Wish I could say yes because that fucking hurts, but it’s too soothing at the same time. I want more as much as I want to run up the stairs.”
That’s the perfect combination.
Gliding my fingers along his bare neck, I lowered the timbre of my voice. “Can you take some more, buttercup?”
“Oh yeah. You can keep going. I’ll let you know if I need a break. Probably won’t need one.”
I frowned. The hackles of my protective inner alpha rose. “I hope you don’t say that to everyone.” I punctuated my displeasure with a spank that made him tense, hiss, and then melt like chocolate in the sun.
He bit his lip. He fucking did say that to everyone, didn’t he?
“Fuck. How are you … never mind. I do—did—but I won’t do it again. Happy?” he said.
“How will I know?” Because it would be on my mind every day.
“I’m a true blue spankee, Mercy. Your disappointment is hard to fucking bear and I just met you. I’ll be thinking about it.”
It would have to be enough.
And as much as I wanted to turn his ass a pretty shade of red, it was going to have to wait. Spanking isn’t just about the mark it leaves on your body. There’s one on your soul and that’s the real one you have to be careful with even when you’re the one doing the spanking. I wanted to take it slow.
I spanked him until he was breathless, leaving his cheeks a glorious shade of pink. “You going to behave now?” I said for good measure. We didn’t have an agreement and I knew there wouldn’t be one, but I wanted my night of spanking with Jack, pretending he was mine.
He turned so he could see me, keeping his hands on the wall, showing me he was reformed from his teasing ways. He winked. “I’m going to do my darndest for you.” He blushed to almost the same shade of pink as his ass.
Fuck he was adorable.
I pulled his jeans the rest of the way off. “Turn around.” I tugged his white t-shirt over his head.
He was toned, but not like you get from simple gym workouts. He was an athlete of some kind. Broader shoulders than me and bigger muscles too. I liked being over top of that much power. But he’d gotten quiet. “What happened to that smart mouth, huh?” I said as I worked on my clothes.
