Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [27]
“I said that out loud?”
“Yep. It will fill you up. Guaranteed. It’ll be fun helping you bone up on your deep-throating skills.” He pulled her to a sitting position. “Gimme your foot so I can take off these ankle-breaking shoes.”
“They looked naughty and sexy up by your ears.”
He just grunted. Then he patted his thighs. “Come here and sit on my lap.”
She walked on her knees, watching as his eyes ate up her body. When Bennett’s gaze lingered on her belly, she didn’t suck in the pooch, nor did she mention getting back to exercising to tone up her wide hips and flabby thighs. Ainsley just let him look his fill.
He curled one hand around her jaw, holding her in place as he kissed her. These bone-melting kisses were new. Soft, slow, and thorough. He explored every inch of her mouth with his tongue as he urged her to sit on his thighs. Ainsley didn’t mind the awkward position if he’d just keep his mouth on hers, devastating all her senses with his drugging kisses.
But Bennett abruptly spun her around, face first on the bed. One of his legs pinned both of hers to the mattress and his hand was in the center of her back, holding her down.
“What are you—”
A sharp smack echoed when his hand connected with her butt cheek.
Ainsley jerked up, her haze of pleasure evaporating. “That hurts!”
“Hold still. Every time you fight me I will add another one to each side.”
He smacked the other butt cheek and she automatically reared up. Oh God. It stung. How had she ever thought she’d like this?
Two more stinging swats on her tender flesh. “I warned you. Tell me you understand the consequences.”
She said, “I-I understand,” almost by rote.
Bennett’s hands made soothing circles on her butt. Then he landed two more blows.
Tears prickled in her eyes. Her entire body vibrated with a mix of fear, anger and humiliation.
Then his deep, soothing voice drifted to her. “The first few spanks are hard. You can get through them, Angel. Breathe through them. Loosen up your body. Count them out loud.”
The whole time he spoke his hands caressed her backside. Then he stopped and smacked her left cheek hard, up by her hip. He bit off, “Count.”
“One.” Please only let there be one more.
He mirrored the spank on the opposite cheek.
“T-two.”
Her head buzzed. Her butt was on fire. Her face burned like she’d spent the day at the beach. By the time she’d counted twelve smacks on each side, a strange kind of anticipation began to build. She wanted to feel his hard palm connecting with her flesh. Would the next blow be harder? Or softer?
It will be what he chooses. Enjoy it. Revel in it.
Bennett murmured, “That’s it. That’s what the bite of pain can do for you. Get your mind to shut off from everything but how I can make you feel.” Then he administered the hardest hits yet.
By the time she’d reached number twenty-two, that restless need for release had her rubbing her thighs together. She wanted to tell Bennett to finger her clit with his free hand.
“If you’ve got time to think about tellin’ me what you need to get off, then I’m not makin’ it clear just who is in charge.”
Was the man a mind reader?
Then he smacked the back of the left thigh, up high by her pussy. Oh God. This was torture.
Delicious torture.
“Count!” Another round of rapid-fire smacks.
She’d drifted off into that happy place again and hadn’t kept track. “I…I—”
Bennett barked, “Don’t. Move.” His hand left her back and both hands gripped her hips as he hiked her ass in the air. More spanks. Not as hard as on her ass. He stroked his fingers up her slit before he spanked her again.
Everything stopped. No more spanks. No more barked orders. Ainsley felt Bennett staring at her ass.
Then he caged her body beneath his and that deep voice rumbled below her ear. “Your pussy is wet. Really wet. Do you know what that means? That means you liked your first spanking. And you took every blow so beautifully. Almost regally.” His warm lips grazed her neck and she shivered. “Goddamn your ass is hot, woman.” He chuckled. “In many ways. I