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He sighed and shook his head. "Damn, Tash."
"Is she wrong?"
"No, she's right."
"I don't want to be spanked," she lied.
His fingers tightened on hers and he moved closer, big, warm body crowding against her and making her lean back against the couch she sat on. "You're lying, baby girl."
"Am not."
"You're telling me, I won't find you wet for me if I check?" James asked, fingers moving to stroke the inside of her wrists.
"What?" she gasped, though the question sent a lightning bolt straight to her clit that made her visibly jump in her seat. She watched as he raised a wrist to his mouth and pressed a slow and deliberate kiss against her skin.
"Are you saying those cute little blue panties you're wearing aren't gonna be soaked through for me if I check, baby?"
She squirmed at the low and husky tone in his tone. She was wearing blue panties, cotton briefs that she hadn't known he'd seen when she'd dressed that morning, and a part of her lit up like the fourth of July, knowing that he'd watched her when she hadn't been aware of it. He wasn't wrong, either, there was a wet patch of her arousal that was steadily growing with every minute that passed. The ride had been pure torture because she'd felt that tension, a blend of raw lust and something heavier, needier, and all of it balanced on the edge of a knife. That greedy tension had filled the air of the small space of the car and made it hard for her to breathe. Every second she had sat next to James had made her hotter, skin prickling, and legs cramped together out of trying to keep her hand from being read early while she'd snuck looks at the handsome man beside her. But now, with him pressing close, his body sharing the same space as hers while he looked her over, she knew the game was up. There was no reason to pretend anymore. Not when his gray eyes saw everything she hadn't said.
She swallowed hard, tongue feeling thick, and gave a quick shake of her head. "No."
James smiled and dropped another kiss to her skin, his lips lingering and soft against her pulse point. Her heart was beating so fast, there was no way he couldn't feel it where his lips were pressed to her skin. She bit her lip and watched him as he continued to kiss his way up her hand until he had her fingertips resting against his lips.
"Good girl," he told her, looking at her then and surprising her with the fire she saw in his eyes.
"Are you going to…" She fidgeted and paused before finishing the question, "Are you going to spank me?"
He nodded. "I am, but first, we have rules to lay down. This isn't like last time. I mean, this."
"Last time?" Her brow furrowed in confusion, and he bit the tip of her finger, making her gasp.
"That little bit of fun we had on our first night," he told her, kissing another fingertip. "This is going to be real."
She nodded and let out a shaky sigh. She wanted real. She could deal with a whole lot of real from James. "Okay, w-what kind of rules?"
"I want you to pick a word that tells me to stop, one that you'll remember. Or do you want to use the stoplight?"
Ashley picked at her sweater and swallowed hard, trying to ignore the wolfish look in his eyes. "Like green, for go?" she finally asked.
"Yes. Yellow, for slow and red, for stop. If you get nervous and don't like something, I want you to tell me yellow. If you hate something, you tell me red, immediately, and it stops. Can you remember that? Does using colors feel right?"
Ashley thought about it and then nodded. "Yeah, it's simple. I think I'll need simple."
He gave her hands a gentle squeeze and kissed another fingertip, the brush of his lips making her shiver. "What don't you want me to do? I plan on spanking you."
"With your hand?" she asked, not liking the idea of him using anything on her but that.
"I can use something else if you want."
She shook her head with a jerk. "No. I want to feel you," Ashley blurted out, and then she blushed at how quickly the protest had fallen from her lips. She hadn't meant to sound so breathy or for her hands to reach for him when she spoke, but here she was, and James grinned at her from where he was, still on his knees in front of her.
"If you want my hand, then that's what you'll get, honey."
"It is," she whispered. "It's what I want."
"Are you okay with me restraining you?" His words raised her temperature a good ten degrees, and she almost groaned at the thought of James having her completely at his mercy.
Would he keep her that way when he finally took her? Would he make her beg? Her cheeks flushed at the images it brought to mind, and she cleared her throat.
