Page 9 of Blush

“Ruff, ruff, ruff,” I bark, scrunching up my face and adding a slight snarl at the end. Those dogs are evil little shits. At the very least I should be accurate.

Beau’s laughing at me and I don’t even care. The sound is like music to my ears, his smile is blinding, his expression carefree, and I find that I want more of it. I quickly realize that I would make a complete fool of myself for him.

“Okay, okay,” I say with a chuckle. “It’s your turn.”

He hesitates and I know I’ve got him now. He must not have a card to lay down because his smile drops immediately.

“I—Shit. I have to take a dare,” he says, voice full of defeat. He rolls the dice and has to pull an extra spicy card. “Of course,” he mutters petulantly. He huffs and shakes his head, determination in his rigid shoulders. “Let’s get this over with.”

I grab the card and read it aloud to him. “Show everyone your thirst trap face.” I snort. I hardly made it through that sentence without losing my composure. Oh fuck, this is going to be hilarious.

He scowls at me. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Oh, sure you do,” I chastise. “Show me the face you’d make to have men crawling on their knees for you.” When he stares at me blankly, I roll my eyes. “Fine, I’ll show you.”

I look him in the eyes, pull my bottom lip between my teeth, and raise my left brow. He huffs out a laugh but gives it his best effort. I don’t think he knows that he looks constipated as he draws his brows together and curls his upper lip. But I won’t tell him. He tried for me and that’s all that matters. And truthfully,that constipated look did it for me. I’d crawl on my knees for him any day.

“My turn,” I say eagerly, more into this than I thought I’d be. When I roll the dice and land on a dare, my heart skips when it’s a fuego card, the spiciest of them all. Fuck yes, let’s get this started. I hand Beau the card to read and his face blanches. “What?”

“Y-You don’t have to do this,” he stutters. Shaking his head, he tries to put the card back in the deck. “Let’s choose another one.”

“No way!” I shout, snatching it out of his hand before he can hide it. I glance down at it and smirk.Perfect. “Beau, I think you should read it to me.”

“But you already know what it says,” he whines adorably.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it from you.”

“Shane.”

“Beau.”

He reluctantly takes the card. “Close your eyes and let another player…” he trails off, rubbing his face in embarrassment. “Let another player spank you.”

Without hesitation, I rise and saunter my way over to him, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips. Once I reach him, I wait for a beat, building anticipation before draping myself over his lap. I can feel my robe glide up my back as I bend and take the opportunity to shake my bare ass for him. The cool air against my skin gives me goosebumps and the gasp I hear from Beau sends a thrill to my cock.

I’m hard in an instant.

“Your ass…” he groans, and on his lap, I get a front row seat to his cock plumping beneath me. “Look at you, Shane. You’re beautiful.”

My heart gives a traitorous little flip. I’m notbeautiful. I’m sexy and bangable. I’m not…

“Do you always wear thongs?”

“No, kitten. I put that on special for you. Now, spank me.” I speak in my most demanding voice, ensuring he follows directions.

Tap.

Oh, hell no. “Try again. That was a tap, not a spank.”

Slap.

Fuck yes. My skin tingles, a sharp burn spreads across my ass, and my cock throbs.

“Good boy,” I moan. I want to stay on his lap forever, but know the best is yet to come. I stand up straight and decide to give him a little show.

The way his jaw drops when I let my robe fall to the floor has my ego bursting.

Ten out of ten fuckable.

---