Page 109 of Caught in the Axe
I threw my head back, savoring the feel of his lips on my skin.
“Instead, I had to keep my hands to myself. Do you have any idea how hard that is? With you sitting there, eye fucking me in your little skirt? Tempting me and driving me insane in public?”
I splayed my hands over his chest and pushed. “It was torture for me too. Watching you talk to other women. Witnessing the way they look at you.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “You jealous, baby?”
Yes. I was jealous. Also frustrated and angry at myself, but it was easier to blame jealousy at this moment than dive into the complicated feelings I was harboring about Owen and our current arrangement.
I nodded.
He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head. “I guess I’ve got to teach you a lesson, then.”
Before I knew it, he was leading me to the bedroom.
“On the bed,” he said gruffly, starting to unbutton his shirt. “On your knees.”
I hesitated, and that earned me a challenging look. Ooh, this was going to be fun.
Slowly, I kneeled on the mattress, facing away from him.
Then he was behind me—close enough that I could feel his heat—caressing my hips and running his fingertips over my bare skin.
Acrackrent the air, the sound accompanied by a sharp sting as he spanked me.
I gasped.
He immediately leaned down and kissed my red skin. The tender move made me a little dizzy.
“This okay?” he asked softly, his fingers roaming all over my skin.
“Yes,” I said enthusiastically. “More than okay.” I’d never been spanked before, but already, I fucking loved it.
Crack. This time he spanked the other side.
“There is nothing to be jealous of.”
I threw my head back. God, this was so hot. The slaps were light enough to not be painful, but sharp enough to make my clit throb even harder.
Here he was, fully clothed, while I was bent over and naked, at his mercy.
“Other women don’t exist for me.” Another slap.
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the tension.
“I don’t want anyone but you. Do you understand?”
Another slap. Oh fuck, I thought I might pass out.
“Yes.” I moaned. “Yes. I understand.”
“Good.” He angled over me and peppered kisses all over my tender skin. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I need you to hear me. You’re it for me. Got that?”
I nodded, desperate to know what he’d do next and so turned on by the possibilities.
“Now I’m gonna kiss it and make it all better.”
Then his hot breath was on my skin, and he was lowering his mouth and licking straight up my seam, making my legs shake with anticipation.
