Page 48 of Worth the Risk

She heard the clink of his belt buckle and expected the crinkle of a wrapper next. Instead, she heard awhooshthen acrackas fire seared across her ass. Trying to rear up was impossible hanging over the couch with shorts in a tangle around her knees and his hand on her back.

“Ow! Dan! Stop!”

“Who?”

“Sir, please. What is that?”

“My belt. Your attitude just now and forgetting who’s the top and who’s the bottom earned you a few licks.”

“It burns like fire!”

“It’s supposed to, naughty girl.” He traced the blazing trail the leather had left on her backside. “You’re pink. But there are no welts, cuts, or bruises. I know what I’m doing. If it’s too much, you know the word that ends it.” He bent over her back and whispered in her ear. “Here’s a hint, beautiful. It isn’t stop.”

Redwould end this funishment, which felt a heckuva lot like a punishment. She could protest but stood no chance of winning because the odds always skewed heavily in favor of the house. Which, in this case, was her sadist dom.

Was it bad enough to fold, or did she play on?

She knew the answer before she asked because, evidently, she was as twisted as him.

At her silence, he patted her again. “You’ve only got four more.”

Another stroke fell and another. They were just as hard as the first two, but knowing what it was helped mitigate her panic if not the fire.

“Two more. Take them like the good girl I know you can be.”

Damn dirty dom. Even after a short time, he knew how to get her to comply.Good girlalways did the trick.

The last two leather strokes hit at the crease where the curve of her bottom met her thigh.

“These are your sit spots, which I prefer to call the sweet spot,” he explained loudly to be heard over her shrieks.

When he dropped the belt on the couch, she went limp. But then came the crinkle and, an instant later, his thumbs spread her open and, in one thrust, he filled her full. Then, as promised, he fucked her, his thighs and hips smacking her heated flesh as he pumped inside her.

Bella was so turned on by the risqué banter, the blow job, and, yes, the spanking, that she convulsed in pleasure, squeezing his driving cock tight, as she came with her hair in her face, upside down and calling his name.

He was quick to follow, thrusting in deep and staying home, where he belonged, as he shuddered.

After, he helped her up, and a good thing, too, because the blood rushing from her head made her dizzy. Dan drew her into his lap and cuddled her close, gently caressing her warm, tingling cheeks while she clung to his shoulders with her face buried in his neck.

“So, to be clear, was that punishment or for fun?”

“That’s subjective. For me, it was a blast. But when you hit your forties, anytime you get a twofer in one session is grounds for celebration.”

“I’m glad I didn’t meet you in your twenties because at forty-two you wear me out.”

He tugged her head back, a glint in his eyes that were now bluer than gray. “You inspire me, beautiful. And make me feel twenty-something again. Thank you for that.” Then he lowered his head and kissed her once more.

His phone alarm shortened it, however.

“Brunch is out,” he announced as he stood with her in his arms then laid her out on the couch. “I need to get home and shower before the kids get there. Thanks to you, I’m a little sticky.”

“Ew,” she said, making a face.

“Facts are fact,” he said as he adjusted his jeans and zipped his fly. “I have them until Monday night. Are you working?”

“Sorry. I’m off this weekend then work through Thursday.”

“That’s bad timing,” he grumbled, raking his hair back off his face, which helped none. The loose curls just fell back where they were. “Going six days before seeing you again, I’m not liking.”

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