Page 52 of Sweet Surrender
“I don’t want to be that toxic-masculinity guy, but I need to know if you’re going somewhere,” he said.
“I don’t answer to you,” she hissed.
“You don’t, but it’s not safe for you right now and I don’t want to leave you alone.”
“You can see I’m right here and perfectly safe!” she snapped.
“Goddammit Taylor! When you get snippy like this it makes me just want to-” He cut himself off, rolling his lips inwards and looking away.
“You just want towhat, tough guy?” she sassed. He looked away, refusing to meet her defiant gaze. “Come on big man, you just wanna what?” she goaded.
His eyes flicked to hers, hot and hard.
“Spank you.”
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Fuck what was he saying? He shouldn’t have said that, this wasn’t like him at all. He couldn’t deny it was the truth though. He had way too many fantasies lately about his palm slapping her bare ass.Every snide, cheeky comment, every insolent look had his palm twitching, itching to dole out a sexy punishment. His every primal instinct screaming at him that she would enjoy it just as much as him.
“Sp…spank me?” she stuttered. He saw her delicate throat bob as she swallowed hard. Her voice quivered but her eyes gave her away. They screameddo itat him so defiantly, so loudly and the semi he’d been sporting upgraded to a full hard-on.
“You wouldn’t dare.” She was provoking him. Laying down a challenge she didn’t think he would accept. He knew she loved pushing his buttons. She got off on driving him crazy and shoving him to breaking point but he wouldn’t back down this time, not when her eyes were begging him to do it. He was determined, stubborn as fuck and wanted her any damn way he could get her. He took a step towards her, closing the distance and tilted his head down, putting them nose to nose.
“Wanna bet?”
She didn’t flinch, just stared back at him, not giving an inch. He’d given her an out and she wasn’t taking it. His jaw clenched hard. God, she drove him insane.
“Get in your office,” he growled.
She didn’t move but her eyes didn’t lose that sparkle, that need that was calling to him.
“Now.”
Her eyes flashed at him but she shocked the hell out of him by strutting into her office. Well, shit. He made his bed, and he couldn’t wait to lie in it.
He went after her, anticipation firing his blood. Once inside, he closed the door and turned the lock, the sound of the tumbler clicking into place echoing around the room. He turned to her, his heart pounding in his chest. She stood there, wide-eyed, shifting her feet and nibbling on her lip, a mixture of nervous anticipation.
He walked over to her messy desk with the lamp on it the only light in the room. His movements slow, dragging it out as a power play. He pulled out the wooden chair and hauled it into the middle of the room before settling himself onto it. He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, flicking his eyes to her, watching him. Her eyes widening as they caught on his forearms.
“Lay yourself across my lap. Ass up.” When she hesitated he dropped his voice. “Now, sweetheart.”
Her breath faltered and he nearly moaned at the heat in her eyes. She definitely responded well to this dominant, commanding side of him. She bent down and lay herself across his lap, ass up like a good girl. Her compliance sent another wave of arousal shooting through his veins like a drug, giving him the most intense high. To have his feisty Princess become putty in his hands, to dominate her and have herlethim was a rush like no other. Because she was choosing to let him do it, trusting him.To have this hard, strong woman surrender to him, that was sweetest of all.
He flipped up her dress and stilled his hand when he saw her round, white lace panties-covered ass.Of course she’s wearing white lace,his brain short-circuited as another wave of desire plowed through his body.
He pulled her panties down and stared, torn between wanting to spank her, nibble her cheeks and just sink inside her until she clenched and quivered around him.
“Beau…” she began, a nervous edge in her voice. The magnitude of what was happening wasn’t lost on him. He didn’t want to rush anything though. He wanted to savor and he couldn’t help but feel this moment was long overdue.
She shifted like she was going to get up so he palmed her ass and squeezed,hard. Her breath hitched and she stilled. He squeezed her other cheek before sliding his finger down the seam between them. Another hitch of her breath had him smiling, especially when she raised her ass ever so slightly into his touch.
He slid over that seam once more and followed it under to her damp slit and she moaned, gripping his thigh. Her moan was the perfect sound, the one he had been dying to hear. She tried to twist her lower body, to get him to touch the heart of her, where she wanted him so he removed his hand.
“No, that’s a bad girl. You know what happens to bad girls, Taylor?” His voice rasped from him, deep and guttural. These words, surely they were not coming from him?
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
He waited, silent. Then lifted his palm and brought it down hard.
