“Do you think you always know what’s best?” There was some amusement in his voice.
“I’m mostly right!” she protested.
“Uh-huh. That’s why you found yourself in the predicament you were in earlier. Is anal sex a hard or soft limit, Molly?”
“Neither,” she muttered.
“Pardon?”
“It’s neither. I want to explore it. With you.”
“Explore what?”
She glared at him over her shoulder. “Are you being deliberately obtuse?”
He gave her a heavy smack on her butt. “You just added another five. And I just want to be very clear, if you wish to leave it off your limits list then we will explore anal sex. I’ll touch you here.” He pressed down on her asshole. “I’ll plug you. Use my fingers on you and eventually fuck you. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. How could those dirty, nasty words be such a turn on? She was depraved, wasn’t she? And damned if she didn’t like it. “Please.”
“Good. Turn back around. You’re going to count each spank out loud and then ask me to please give you another. And every time you forget to address me properly or to use a respectful tone I’m going to add three more.”
Holy crap. She wasn’t going to be able to walk by the time the night ended.
“Yes, Sir.”
One smack landed and it took her breath away. She’d kind of thought he might go easy on her out of consideration for the fact she’d already been spanked tonight. But, no, the hand that landed was hard and heavy, and it took her a moment to focus and remember what he required from her.
Well, this was gonna suck.
“One, Sir. Please, may I have another?” The words were spoken through a clenched jaw, her stomach tight. How was she going to get through this?
Another slap landed. Hard and hot. Fuck that hurt.
“Two, Sir. Please, can I have another?” She clenched her ass cheeks together in anticipation of the next one, but he surprised her by placing his hand gently on her ass.
“Spread your legs.”
She paused.
He sighed. “Am I going to have to repeat all of my instructions tonight? If so, it’s going to be a very long night, and you’ll still be sitting gingerly tomorrow.”
She already figured she wouldn’t be doin
g much sitting tomorrow. But she spread her legs, burying her face into the cushions of the couch. He didn’t immediately touch her. There was silence, and she eventually turned her head to look back at him.
“Jake?”
He reached up and ran a finger down her cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She blinked a few times, surprised by the words. They were unexpected and not really true but . . .
“Thank you, Sir.”
He ran a hand through her hair. Then down her back and over her ass cheeks before dipping it between her legs to cup her pussy. She moaned.
“Are you wet, kitten?”
She gasped as he pushed a finger between her lower lips.