Page 3 of His Naughty Valentine
“Are you planning to go somewhere?” she asked as he kissed her cheek.
He drew back and studied her for a long moment. “No plans. But now that I think about it, I’m kinda craving Chinese. How about we go out for dinner?”
A mischievous smile crept across Lacey’s lips. She pressed her center against him. “Or maybe we could order in? It would give us more time to ourselves.”
“Or maybe you could get your cute little fanny into the kitchen and make me asammich, woman,” he said with a faux-hillbilly accent.
Lacey laughed and swatted his arm. “Make your own damnsammich.”
Kaden’s expression grew serious and he raised an eyebrow. “Did you just curse at me, young lady?”
Wet heat surged straight to Lacey’s pussy. Even though he was joking around, that didn’t mean it didn’t turn her on. Or that she wouldn’t join in his game. Until she confessed the truth about her spanking obsession, she would treasure the occasional mock scolding. And use such interactions as fodder for fantasy during lovemaking. Or when he was away on business and she whipped out the vibrator.
“If you thinkdamnis a curse word, you, sir, are a fucking prude.” She raised an eyebrow of her own in return, daring him to rise to the challenge. True, she was being a bit of a brat, but interactions like this invigorated her and made her melt at Kaden’s feet at the same time. Her pulse raced and moisture pooled in her panties.
“You’re being a very naughty girl, Lacey. Do you know what I think you deserve?”
Her mouth went dry.
“What?” she asked hesitantly, not quite believing.
He gripped her upper arm and led her to the couch. “A spanking.” He turned her to face him, then placed a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to stare into his stern gaze. “A good hard spanking on your bare bottom.”
Chapter Two
Kaden repressed a grin as the color drained from Lacey’s face. He’d never seen her in such a shocked state. His desire swelled at the tension between them, and his hands itched to smack her backside while she was draped over his knee. Her expressive eyes widened slowly, as if his announcement to spank her hadn’t quite registered.
“I mean it.” He kept his visage stern. “After using the F word, you’re lucky I don’t get your hairbrush.”
“Ha-hairbrush?” She swallowed hard as she peered up at him, seemingly frozen in place.
He sank down on the couch and crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”
“Are you serious, Kaden?” Her voice contained no hint of anger or rebellion. Only disbelief.
He patted his lap. “I’m serious. Now, if I have to ask twice, you’ll be getting a dose of the hairbrush for sure. I assure you that will sting much worse than my hand.”
Gazing at his hands, she nodded and stepped closer.
“Good girl. Now lift your skirt up and place yourself across my lap.”
Watching the lines of distress appear on her face, in combination with her obvious excitement, gave Kaden a heady sense of power. Anticipation hummed through his senses as she obeyed, lifting her skirt to gather at her waist. Her black thigh highs and matching black thong looked lovely against her pale, flawless skin. God, she was sexy—and all his.
She made to go over his lap, hesitating for only a second before settling into place. Remembering the many pictures in the otk folder on her computer, which he discovered was an acronym for over-the-knee, he wrapped one leg over hers and positioned her bottom high while she rested her head on the couch. He rubbed her flesh, all the way from her upper thighs to her backside, eliciting a shiver and a small gasp from her.
The images on her laptop raced through his thoughts, as well as the many stories he’d read. In most of the stories, the man had scolded the woman before the spanking. Perhaps he should do the same. But first—he traced the line of her thong, down her crevice and lower, where he brushed a finger across the slip of fabric that covered her pussy. She jerked slightly, but he strengthened his hold and slipped a finger underneath the flimsy protection to explore her folds.
She was soaking wet.
Kaden groaned. “Oh, Lacey. You’re turned on right now. Aren’t you?” He shoved a digit inside her tight channel, exploring her further.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie to me, young lady. You do know.” He easily moved a second finger into her wet entrance and pumped a few times, demonstrating the level of her arousal. “The evidence speaks for itself, no? You’re all hot and wet down here. I bet you feel an urgent ache and you’re longing for me to touch your clit.”
She whimpered but didn’t respond.
Time for her scolding. Kaden withdrew his delving fingers, teasing her with a brief feather light graze over her engorged clit, and cupped her bottom cheeks. “Now then, you cursed at me twice today, little girl. Do you think that’s appropriate behavior for a lady, especially toward her fiancé?”
