“Ah, the intimacy,” he teased.
Face scalded, she pushed from him and glared, but her efforts fell flat. “You are not… corporally punishing me.”
Pulling away from her, he strode to the room. He held the door in.
Terror turned her blood to ice. “C-Cassian…”
“Come in,” he said.
“No,” she replied.
“Cecilia—”
“I am leaving now.”
As she turned, Cassian swept her up from the ground, and she gasped when she was thrown over his shoulder, and his arm turned into an iron bar over the back of her knees.
“Let me go, now!”
“No,” Cassian sounded almost bored as he walked them to the couch. “You are going to pay for your infraction, and you are not escaping it, no matter how you try to negotiate your way out of it. Besides—” he had her straddling his knees, “—I wager that we’ll both enjoy this.”
Her head was still spinning when she was rightened. “How do you figure?”
“I love to give spankings, and you need to be spanked,” he purred lasciviously. “Now, turn over on my knee for your punishment.”
“You cannot be—”
Cassian shifted her over his knee, and her cheek landed on a pillow. His arm landed on the back of her shins, and he rucked up her skirts. Her body fell still, as she expected everything from his large hand landing on her body—with her not knowing what to expect or prepare for.
What she certainly did not anticipate was his palms smoothing over the tender back of her legs. Cassian was stroking his hands up and down her calves, simultaneously soothing her and making her nerves sing a concerto. Thankfully, he kept her chemise over her as Cecilia knew she would expire if he did see her bare bottom.
“Your skin is so damn soft. Softer than the finest silk,” Cassian murmured.
“I… I thought—” She forced the words out, “—I thought you were spanking me.”
“I am, I am simply admiring my canvas first.”
Cecilia went still as his hand lifted up and cupped her bottom, the heat of his palm on her bare skin—him grasping what essentiallywasher bare skin through the fabric—made her wantto melt through the floor. No one had been this intimate with her.
She tensed, expecting pain, and closed her eyes. Even though Cecilia anticipated it, the smack on her derrière was strong enough to make her gasp.
Her torso snapped up a moment before a large hand landed between her shoulder blades and pressed her back down. “Cass—”
“Unless the spanking gets too much for you, you will be quiet,” he commanded. “If itdoesget too much, tap me on my thigh three times like you do to yourself. The only sounds I desire to hear from your mouth are gasps of pleasure.”
He gripped her ankles and gently pulled her legs apart, and her quiver of excitement electrified the space between them. The second spank on the other cheek was not as jarring as the first, but it made her realize Cassian was not jesting.
Before she could respond, he set off a series of hard spanks, alternating between her cheeks, the sound of his hands vibrated throughout the room.
You can always stop him,she told herself.
But as much as she told herself she could… she couldn’t bring herself to move. Every strike of his hand vibrated through herderrière, then sent a shock of pleasure through the rest of her body.
She had never felt anything like this before. Sure, it was painful at times, but mixed in with the pain was the mostexquisite,confusingpleasureshe had ever experienced.
A moan left her lips.
Incredibly, Cecilia felt herself start to relax into it. All of her attention coalesced on the heat in her bottom, and her mind began to empty. Her body hummed with every hard smack, and more soft moans left her mouth.
