Page 19 of Taming Her

“Please, no more.”

He ceased punishing her bottom. “Have you finished with the foul language?”

“What does my fucking language matter to you?” She kept her head back, eyes closed.

Slap. Slap.

“Shit!” She jolted forward.

“Your language is not becoming, Ava.”

“Are we in the goddamn Victorian era? Not becoming?”

“No, we’re in present day, my grandmother would not like that language in her kitchen.”

“She probably wouldn’t like you beating a woman either.”

“I am not beating you. I am disciplining you, Ava. There is a big difference.” He clasped her chin and forced her head to come level. “Open your eyes.”

She did.

“Now look into mine.” He paused while she focused. “I am in complete control, this spanking isn’t being done out of anger, there’s no red mist. I will do nothing more than give you a red blush to your sweet behind.”

“So why do it?” She swallowed down a lump in her throat that threatened to become a sob. She didn’t want to cry again, the way she had when she’d fled Ruby’s. If she let the tears start they might not stop.

“Because you’ve never been made to walk the line by anyone. Now it’s time. And if I’m the only one willing to take you in hand, then you’re stuck with me.” He smoothed the cool, flat end of the spatula over first her right buttock then her left. “Do you need more?”

“No. No.” A rush of anger squeezed her chest. “Not that. No more on my ass.” She leaned closer, so close their noses almost touched. “But why don’t you just get it out of your system, Griff?”

His eyes narrowed, his eyelashes almost touching. “What? Get what out of my system?”

“Just fucking fuck me,” she whispered, “that’s what you brought me here for, isn’t it?”

A tendon flexed in his cheek. His nostrils expanded as he breathed deep, his chest puffing up. “Don’t tempt me.”

“You have me captive, cuffed, my clothing awry, you’re almost there anyway.” She raised her eyebrows. Would he bite? Would he take the bait? “Go on. Do it.” She paused. “Do it. Griff. Fuck me.”

“Damn you, woman.” He threw the spatula to the side. It skidded on the floor.

Next thing Ava knew the cuffs were free of the hook and her arms lowering. Then her whole body was lowering, the floor approaching fast as he dragged them both down.

She gasped when the cool flagstones hit her hot rump and his big body settled over her. She stared up at his handsome face. “You think you’re so big and hard, eh? Hot shot cop.”

“Iambig and hard. Get ready for it.” He was fiddling with his belt buckle.

Damn it, that wasn’t what she’d meant. But his faded cologne, dominance, confidence… she was getting wet for him. That irritated the hell out of her. But when had she last been so ready for it? So excited. Lust swarmed. She felt alive, in tune with her body and desires.

He grunted, dragged her thong out of the way and slotted between her legs.

She hooked the cuffs behind his neck and her legs around the backs of his. Her pussy trembled for him. Griff had always been well endowed. She couldn’t imagine that had changed with time.

Chapter 5

Griff had just been boasting that he was in control, yet the moment Ava had told him to fucking fuck her, that had gone out of the window.

His cock ached for her, his balls were tight, and if he didn’t sink deep inside her in the next few seconds his heart might actually give out.

He tore at his zipper and freed his cock. The way she was staring up at him, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, her breaths coming in short sharp pants turned him the hell on. As did the way she’d opened for him, legs spread and hooked over his thighs, the cuffs digging into the back of his neck as she clung to him.

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