Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
She brushed past me and placed her trembling palms on the dark wood. A gentleman would have given her space to move comfortably. I stayed put, enjoying each of her adjustments brushing against me. She needed to learn that I was no gentleman, even if I gave her what she asked for.
Turning, I admired the perfect ninety-degree angles she made at her shoulders and hips, holding as stiff as a statue. I stroked my fingertips down her spine, sending a shiver chasing after them. On the ascent, I applied more pressure, gliding until I wrapped my fingers around the back of her neck. If possible, she stiffened more when I leaned close to whisper in her ear.
“If you want me to spank you properly, then I expect you to lower yourself on the desk. Put your ass in the air for me, princess.”
She froze for a second before complying.
With another stroke down her back, I praised her. “Very good.”
I wondered if she realized how much she preened when I praised her and how much better it could be if she stopped fighting it.
Maybe she’d let me help her learn.
No. I wouldn’t be that lucky. Although maybe it was a good thing I wouldn’t be that lucky. Guiding someone through their initiation and acceptance of dominance and submission created a connection I wasn’t sure I was capable of allowing myself to feel anymore. The mere idea of that kind of trust sent a wave of heat through me, so hot that alarms blared, warning me to stop that train of thought before it went too far.
Shaking off the warmth, I focused on my hand’s descent.
This time, when I reached her ass, I kept going, stroking my palm across the lush curve before continuing down her thigh. At the hem of her skirt, I hooked my fingers and started my journey back up.
“No,” she gasped, jerking her head over her shoulder. “Not like that. Do it over the skirt. Like you did last time.”
My smirk returned, letting her know she was adorable for trying to control the situation. “Now, Miss Quinn. If you want me to spank you again, then we will do it my way.”
“What? That’s ridiculous. You didn’t do it like this last time.”
“We could always not do it at all,” I offered.
I risked pushing for more, but I was determined to get every drop of satisfaction from this moment like it would be the last; which meant pushing against her limits. Urging them further than they think possible while staying attuned to their reactions for cues of them reaching their max was what a good Dom did. I wouldn’t do it differently just because she was vanilla.
Despite her pinched lips and silence, she acquiesced, readjusting herself and facing back forward.
Thank fuck.
“If at any point you want to stop, just say so,” I explained. She nodded, but I needed to make sure she understood how important it was for her to be vocal.
“Do you understand?” I asked harder. Another nod. “I need to hear you say it, Aspen.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl.”
I continued tugging her skirt up, slowly baring firm thighs and the beginning curves of her ass. When all I found were bare cheeks with black lacy panties that slipped between the firm globes before curving over the top—framing her ass to perfection—I almost came in my pants right then and there.
I rested her skirt against the small of her back and stroked my palm along her warm flesh, marveling at the tanned skin. I dragged my other hand up her back with firm pressure, making note of each knot pulled tight along her spine. Once I returned to the small of her back, I delivered my first blow.
Last time, her clothes muffled the sharp sounds I craved. Now, the crack of my palm against her flesh rang like music to my ears. It sunk deep into my bones, filling me from the inside out. I inhaled her small whimper, sinking into the heat that flooded my veins.
I soothed the sting with small circles, soaking up the warmth blooming on her skin. “Relax for me, princess.”
“I’m trying,” she bit out. “Hence why I’m even in this position.”
“Take your time,” I encouraged. I could do this all night if she needed me to.
When her chest sank lower with an exhale, I struck again in the same spot but added two more cracks right after to the left and right. Again, I soothed, keeping my other hand pressed to her back, making note of how and when her muscles tightened and relaxed.
Another exhale. Another smack.
“Such a good girl.”
Again and again, I repeated the cycle, switching my tactics of a single spank or multiples, in the same spot or spread out, hard or soft. I always waited for the small twitches along her spine to cease, having to pause less and less before continuing. Slowly, each vertebrae relaxed. Her perfect ninety-degree angled limbs softened until her chest lay pressed to the desk. She stopped holding her breath, and her tense inhales and exhales shifted to puffs of hot air steaming along the shiny, wooden surface. Her pursed lips softened to plump curves, parted over delicate whimpers.