“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 pu**y. 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 pu**y 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 wish you could see how pretty it looks. How your pink thighs and red ass frame your pu**y.”
Bennett’s words sent a thrill through her.
“Good behavior is rewarded. Get on your hands and knees on the end of the bed.”
She didn’t meet his gaze; she just did what she was told. In that moment of foggy pleasure, she understood she’d needed freedom from choice. How could that feel so freeing? Why did she have the urge to weep with gratitude that he’d shown her what’d been missing?
The bed jiggled. Ainsley chanced a look between her legs when something soft brushed the insides of her thighs. Oh. Wow. His head was right below her…
Bennett yanked her down until her pu**y was right on his mouth. He feasted on her, spreading her open with his thumbs. One minute that wickedly talented tongue was f**king so deep she swore she felt the tip tickling her G-spot. The next minute he suckled her pu**y lips, then speared them apart with his tongue. He lapped at her delicately, making greedy masculine sounds, teasing the flesh hiding her clit with firm-lipped bites. And finally, he sent her rocketing into bliss when he sucked directly on her clit.
The orgasm blew her doors off. Ainsley threw her head back and practically screamed. The strong pulses zipped from her clit to her pu**y to her fiery bottom, making everything—her skin, her sex, her butt—throb in sweet, torturous synchronicity.
She experienced that shivery sensation again. Her head became heavy. Her well-used body whispered for her to lie down. She was vaguely aware of Bennett moving from beneath her.
Then his fingers were under her chin, lifting her face up. “Eyes on me, please.”
Took her a couple tries to remember how to open her eyes and Bennett laughed softly. She smiled at him. The way he looked at her made her feel like a goddess.
“Hey, beautiful. Such a blissful look I put on your face.”
“It was…” Beyond words because she couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Do you remember when you said you wanted to lick the cleft in my chin?” Bennett bent so they were nose-to-nose. “Do it now. You came all over my face, so I want you to lick your taste from me.” He tilted his head back, but kept his hungry eyes on hers.
Her tongue darted out and flicked the sexy cleft. She playfully bit down as she lapped her juices from his chin. Once she finished, she dragged her mouth up to his and outlined his lips from corner to corner. She sucked at his full lower lip and let her teeth scrape the fleshy inside as she slowly released it. “I taste good on you, cowboy.”