Page 33 of Ice Contact

I think Olivia might enjoy a little punishment.

Good, little siren, me too.

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olivia

“Iwaskind ofhoping you would forget about that,” I say with a nervous laugh, looking away from his gaze. Truth is, I was hoping he hadn’t. My heart is beating so fast there are spots coloring my vision.Punishing me?I’ve never done anything like this before. And I don’t even know whatthisis yet! I bite my lip, trapped between Hayes and the counter. But from the vibes he’s been giving off, I didn’t want to give himthatmuch encouragement all at once or this man may go full-on fifty shades.

“Oh siren, I didnotforget. You know what I think?” Hayes says, slowly running his fingers down my cheek, his rough thumb tracing across my lips, releasing my flesh from my teeth. “I think youwantto be punished,” he says, his voice down a full octave. I can barely breathe, my wide eyes staring into his.He’s not wrong, but…how does he know?“Do you trust me, Olivia?”

“Yes,” I say with a shaky breath. My thighs squeeze together as heat intensifies between them. He’s barely touched me and I’m already starting to come unglued.

A girl could get used to this.

“If I ever do anything you don’t like, or you don’t want, you tell me. In fact, why don’t you pick a safe word so you don’t feel self-conscious about letting me know.”

I swear to God this man can read my mind. He’s right; I’ll absolutely feel awkward speaking up. The curiosity I have about what we would evenneeda safe word for has me intrigued. My breath catches in my throat and my nipples harden imagining what he has in mind.

“Okay,” I whisper, thinking for a moment. “How about…Zamboni.”

He lets out a belly laugh, his body vibrating against mine. The sound melts my heart just a little bit more.

“Alright. Zamboni it is,” he says as he calms, his eyes still sparking with laughter.

“Is that going to make you have a zam-boner, Hayes?”

He lets out a more villainous laugh, my breath catching in my chest. “You just keep pushing the envelope, don’t you sweet girl? You know what happens to sirens when they keep acting up like this?” he says, all lightness suddenly gone from his voice as he leans into me and whispers, “They get spanked.”

I gasp, heat building in my core. My body stiffens as I stand like a deer in headlights unable to remove myself from his gaze. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never doneanythinglike this before. But, for some crazy reason, I trust Hayes. I know his intentions are more for my pleasure than his.Though I can’t imagine he’s not finding some pleasure in this as well.

Flashing me a devilish smile, he sheds me of his t-shirt and I stand naked before him. We stand-off against one another, his eyes darkening as they take in every inch of my flesh before he turns me, my hips digging into the island.

“Close your eyes, and keep them closed. No peeking. Do you understand?”

My legs wobble at his stern rumble.My God, his serious voice is sexy as hell.I take in a shaky breath and reply, “Yes”.

Standing behind me, his fingers skim up my spine, goosebumps pebbling my flesh as he places his hand between my shoulder blades and gently bends me over the countertop. He takes his time, delicately rubbing his hands down my back, following the trail of his fingertips with gentle kisses along my spine. Every inch of my skin he crosses ignites a fire. A shiver runs through my body as my nipples press against the cold granite. My core is annoyingly empty as his calloused touch teases dangerously close to my ass.

“Olivia, have you ever been spanked?”

Holy fucking shit; this is happening.I breath out a quiet, “No,” as I whimper at the thought of what is about to happen.

Hayes palms my right cheek, his heat comforting until he pulls away, quickly smacking my ass, my body jolting against the granite. The slight sting hits me, but the impact goes straight to my clit. He gently rubs my cheek to soothe the sting, and I writhe at his touch.

More. I gasp, surprised.I want more.

Is there pain? Yes. But it’s like biting into an apple; your gums ache, but somehow it hurts and feels good at the same time.My God, do I want to take another bite of this apple.

“You like that?” Hayes asks, his voice nothing more than a growl.

“Yes,” I breathe, barely able to speak.

Hayes lets out a guttural sound from deep in his throat. “Iknewyou’d enjoy this.” His hand caresses me once more. “You are such a rule follower, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t like to be in trouble, right?”

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