Page 95 of Her Rugged Guardian

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to teach you a lesson and hopefully one you won’t forget.”

“Oh, no. You’re not going to spank me.”

“Oh, yes, I am. You need to accept responsibility.” I could tell by the look on her face that she was debating fleeing. If she only understood how much I cared about her.

She glanced out the window at the ocean water. “I can’t lose this place, Jake. My mother wouldn’t want me to. I think she knew what I needed better than I did.”

“Then we continue fighting. But first things first.” She shifted her attention in my direction, frowning as I walked toward the cabinets.

“What are you doing?”

“Finding the right implement. I suggest you drop that sexy skirt of yours, your thong as well and plant your hands against the window over there.”

“How do you know I’m wearing a thong?” she cooed, giving me a mischievous look as if I’d allow her to get away with being disobedient.

“Hmm… How do I know?” I slid my hand under her skirt, tugging on the G-string nestled between her luscious butt cheeks. “That’s how.”

“You’re the bad one.”

“Let’s get this over with. We do have a winery to save.”

We locked eyes for a few seconds, the weight of what we were facing never far from our minds, but she nodded and turned away from me. I sucked in my breath, watching as she lowered her head while unfastening her skirt.

Everything about spending time with her was unexpected, including not only the possessive but dominating side she’d managed to pull out of me. I wanted to protect her as much as I craved everything else. Time held no meaning around her, the future what we made it.

Now I was being philosophical, which wasn’t like me in the least. Exhaling, I returned my attention to finding an implement, opening one drawer then another until I found the perfect object. As I lifted the oversized spatula in front of me, it wasimpossible not to grin. When I tilted my head, the way the warm afternoon sun filtered in through the windows highlighted her perfectly, adding a golden glow. Almost like a halo.

She did remind me of an angel, even if there would always be a naughty side to her matching her caustic mouth. In truth, they were two attributes I adored more than most others. She was strong willed, refusing to back down to anyone, including me.

I spun the spatula in my fingers as I walked toward her, my balls tightening from the sight of her skirt and lace panties wrapped around her legs. She’d followed my orders, her palms planted against the cool glass. Hearing my approach, she glanced over her shoulder, the slyest of smiles crossing her face.

She had no idea how beguiling she was.

As I moved closer, I inhaled her perfume, which did little more than entice me to the point I almost forgot about the task at hand. When I pressed my hand against the small of her back, she rubbed the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. She’d figured out the subtle yet seductive action fueled the embers deep inside.

I held out the spatula, grinning from seeing her eyes open wide. “Thirty will be sufficient. Unless you give me a reason to add more.”

“You are not a nice man.”

“That’s sir to you.”

“Why, yes, sir.”

Every word out of her mouth dripped sarcasm. I didn’t waste any time, smacking her bottom four times, moving from one side to the other. While I knew the hard cracks hurt, she whimpered as if I was fucking her.

That would come later.

There was nothing like having my thick cock buried inside of her.

After delivering six more strikes, her breathing shifted into ragged pants, the slight redness building on her bottom further enticing the savage in me. I sucked in my breath, doing what I could to control the raging testosterone.

“You will learn to follow my rules,” I told her, cracking the spatula against her buttocks once again.

“Ouch. And if I don’t?”

“Well, then I’ll give you regular spankings, as in every day.” I brought the implement down twice more and she kicked her leg out, pressing her face against the glass and closing her eyes.

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