“Or else I can give you to him next,” Ian whispered.
No. My hand instinctively reached out for his belt loop, held tight. I couldn’t look at him or anyone else. My heartbeat had accelerated to such a fever pitch that it was now beating in my ears.
Ian chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’re safe with me.”
Somehow, I doubted that. Yet I continued to hold onto that belt loop as if he was going to save me. My heart was still loud in my ears, blocking out everything else, and I could still feel his hardness against my stomach. He wanted me. The idea of spanking me was turning him on.
I was only vaguely aware of another guy approach.
“Have you called this one?” a voice asked.
Ian’s hands tightened in my hair and on my hip, hurting just enough to clear my mind. I glanced up to see the blonde man that had been eyeing me earlier speaking to Ian, but his eyes were entirely on me.
“What does it look like?” Ian bit out.
The blonde man just blinked. “I would like to watch.”
“Tough shit,” Ian snarled.
I had to give the man credit—he acted totally unfazed. The host had said people could request to watch. In this world, Ian was being rude. And he either didn’t know or didn’t give a shit.
“She can keep her panties on.”
Ian balked at him, moving me away. “Oh she can, can she? And who are you to decide?”
The man raised his hands. “Calm down, buddy. I saw her come here with another broad. I figured she wasn’t tied to anyone.”
“You figured wrong.”
Ian grasped my hand and stormed out of the living room, practically dragging me after him. His face was set, determined. As I struggled to keep up with him, he marched down the hall, checking every bedroom as he went. I caught glimpses of the privacy screens the host had mentioned, as well as the dark shapes behind them—couples “playing”. In one room a man was sitting on the bed watching the shapes and listening to the noises coming from behind both screens.
At the very last room, Ian pulled me inside. Two privacy screens were set up but no shapes could be seen behind them. He closed the door behind us and locked it, leaned back against the surface.
We were entirely alone. Ian had locked everyone out and was blocking the door.
“What are you doing?”
He began flipping the paddle around in his hand. “I couldn’t think in there with you and the spanking and that dude talking about keeping your panties on. I was about to punch him.”
“Well you’re breaking the rules. You’re not supposed to use entire bedrooms. Only the screens.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Those don’t leave much to the imagination. Would you rather I spank you in front of some random man?”
Why were we talking like spanking me was inevitable? “I’m not... We’re not... I came here by mistake, Ian.”
His eyes flashed. “You came to a spanking party by mistake, but you stayed because you’re intrigued.” He pushed off the door and advanced on me slowly. “I know how to read women. Your cheeks are flushed and you’re breathing heavily and I would bet good money that if I were to put my hand up your skirt, I would find you dripping.”
I edged away from him until the backs of my knees hit the bed. “Have you ever spanked someone?”
“No.”
The word hung between us, full of meaning. It changed everything. Suddenly we were on the same level. Both of us were innocents considering doing something we’d never done before. Together.
“But now we’re here of all places,” Ian continued, “and you’re wearing a sexier outfit than I’ve ever imagined on you, and I’m not going to pass the opportunity up. What about you, Lex?”
The way he said my name made my skin hot. The vibrations sounded like sex. He was like the devil, offering me a taste of something I knew would change my life forever. His eyes bore into mine and I couldn’t look away. By the end of the night, I was going to let Ian spank me.
“Bend over the bed and place your hands on the bedspread,” he said in a deceptively soft voice. “Do it now.”
Closing my eyes tightly, I turned around and bent over, placing my palms down on the light blue duvet and knowing full well that I was giving him a view up my skirt. Funny to think I’d opted out of wearing my usual thong in place of regular black panties in case someone saw up my skirt. Now I was about to bare my entire ass to him.
“Good girl.” His voice was lower than usual. Deep. “Pull down your panties. You don’t have to take them off, but pull them down enough to expose your ass. Do not stand up,” he barked, stopping me just as I started to straighten.
Cheeks flaming red, my left hand still on the bedspread, I took a hold of the right side of my panties with a shaking hand and pulled them down as far as they needed to go. I almost preferred to take them off entirely but didn’t dare go against what he’d asked.
Ian let out a long breath. “Beautiful.”
I bit my lip and placed both hands back on the bed. I was breathing so loudly, I was sure he could hear me.
“Now widen your legs so that they don’t fall down.”
Oh, God. This was the part I was dreading.
My arms began shaking so hard, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up. I was about to give the very first man ever a view of my most vulnerable and private parts, and I wouldn’t even be able to see his face.
I hesitated for too long and heard him move forward. Then he was standing right behind me, his tone gentler. “It’s okay. I can’t see now.”
Exhaling, I widened my stance so that my panties pulled taut between my legs. Part of me wanted to confess that I was nervous, but it felt like a stupid thing to say. He knew how I felt.
“Are you okay, Lex?” he asked softly.
I nodded, unable to trust my own voice.
“You have such a pretty little ass.” Lightly, he touched my backside, caressing my skin gently. “I’m going not going to hit very hard, but if at any point you want me to stop, say your last name. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
His tender touch disappeared and the first slap came, and that was exactly what it felt like—a slap. Not hard enough to hurt, only a quick sting. Embarrassment heated my cheeks and my breath quickened to match my heart rate. I was bent over in front of Ian Crawford and letting him spank me with a paddle. Gentle or not, the act was naughty and humiliating. And I owed him nothing. Why was I doing this?
Heat pooled between my legs. I closed my eyes and gripped the duvet to keep myself from twisting away. I could take the pain.
As the spanks continued, I realized that the lead up to the spanking had been just as important as the act itself. It was the anticipation that had gotten me hot in the first place, but the spanks were building on that intensity, pushing me toward orgasm. I’d only ever come with help from myself, but I did know the feeling...and I was about to come whether I liked it or not.
Just when I was about to find release, Ian stopped. Told me I could stand up. I did, pulling up panties before facing him. My pulse was racing, my mind jumbled. One moment I’d thought coming would be humiliating, and the next I’d wanted it more than anything.
“Is that...it?”
He smiled knowingly. “Yes, that is what it’s like to be spanked.”
I swallowed. I’d had no idea what to expect, no idea that getting spanked was something I’d actually enjoy. Now I could no longer deny it; I could feel my own wetness between my thighs and my nipples felt hard against the material of my blouse. If Ian had read me earlier, he no doubt knew how I was feeling now.
He cocked his head to the side, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. “How did you like it?”
“It was...” My voice trailed off. I couldn’t bring myself to say it, to admit that when he’d stopped, I’d wanted to beg him to keep going. That he was right—even watching that other woman get spanked had turned me on. I was confused and the couple of beers I’d chugged b
ack weren’t helping. But this was Ian, the guy I’d promised myself I would never get with, and now I’d let him spank me of all things. The knowledge made me feel more than a little ashamed.
I didn’t need to ask how he’d liked it.
His eyes flicked down to my nipples. “Do you want something, sweetheart?”
There was no point in hiding it. He knew exactly what he’d done to me.
“Yeah, you know I do. But I’m not going to be like those other girls that get you off and everyone gets to hear about it. So I’m leaving.” I made a move to pass him, but he blocked me.
“All right, so let me get you off then.”