Her hand moved more quickly between her thighs. She moaned shakily. He set down his fork.
“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he said abruptly.
“Not allowed?” she panted, her heavy eyelids flickering open at that ultimatum. Seth gave her a small smile.
“You heard me,” he said with a pointed look.
Her chin went up. She dipped a finger from her other hand between the slippery folds of her sex. She traced her nipple with it, moistening the erect crest. His gaze grew fierce.
“Don’t test me, Gia.”
She thrust her breasts higher in the air, pinching at the damp nipple, glorying in the effect she was clearly having on him. She gave him a defiant look, taunting the beast. Loving it.
“Don’t look at me like that, little girl,” he breathed out ominously.
“Why not? What are you going to do?”
“You know what I’m going to do. You know because you’re asking for it, clear as day,” he replied grimly.
She rubbed both nipples at once. Her eyes went wide when he rose from his chair with breathtaking speed. He loomed over her, sliding his hand beneath her thighs. Suddenly, she was airborne. He looked as hard and untouchable as her wooden sculpture as he carried her down the hallway to the bedroom, his stride so long and rapid, it was like they were flying.
Her heart was threatening to leap through her skin by the time he set her down next to the bed. She just watched him warily, knowing what was coming, dreading and craving it at once. It would have helped if she’d known what to expect.
But she’d never been spanked before. Would it hurt?
Seth walked past her toward the bathroom. When he returned, he carried the purple vibrator and the bottle of lubricant. His expression was as fierce and intimidating as ever. She had a wild urge to run, which she stilled with effort. He sat at the edge of the bed, fully clothed, and set the vibrator and lubricant next to his hip. He put his hands out for her in calm expectation.
“You’re going to spank me?” she asked shakily, thinking it was best to clarify.
“For starters.” She swallowed anxiously. “It’s been my fantasy to spank you and restrain you, then to take you hard . . . make you know you’re mine and no other’s.”
Her heart pounded in the thick silence that followed, his voice resounding in her head. Had he really said that? He always turned her world upside down when he was honest about his desire. “But of course, it’s up to you. Just say no if you don’t want the same thing, and we’ll stop now.”
She nodded, her mouth too dry to speak, and stepped toward him. She gave him her hand.
“Lay across my lap,” he instructed.
She felt a little awkward coming down over his thighs. He guided her, though, with words and his touch. When she was finally settled, the lower curve of her breasts pressed to the side of his thigh and her bottom was draped over the edge of his other thigh. She could feel his cock pressing against her upper belly. She lay her cheek next to the mattress and watched him in the row of mirrors.
He stared down at her as he ran his hand along her ribs, hip and buttock, making her shiver in anticipatory pleasure. He cupped an ass cheek and she stiffened.
“Two years ago, I would have sworn you’d never been spanked before. That’s still true, isn’t it?” he asked. She watched in the mirror as he slipped his long forefinger beneath the white garter on her ass cheek and caressed her skin beneath the strap, up and down, up and down. Her clit pinched in arousal.
“Yes. I don’t think I’d ever let anyone but—”
“Me?”
“You,” she admitted, shooting him a stubborn, anxious glance in the mirror. Why did he have to make her say it? He was watching her in the reflection and noticed. He gave her a small smile and rubbed her bottom with his big, warm hand. Her heartbeat redoubled.
“I’m in a mood,” he said, staring at his hand on her ass. “This will probably sting.”
“You’re in a mood? Really?” she feigned innocence, and then rolled her eyes.
“But I don’t want your first time to be too trying,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken. He picked up the vibrator from the bed and flipped the top on the lubricant. She watched, her breath stuck in her lungs as he rubbed a thin layer of the sheer liquid onto the metallic tube. He put out his hand. “Here. I want you to vibrate your clit while I punish you. I won’t have a spanking be paired in your mind merely with pain.”
Her mouth fell open in disbelief. Arousal. Feeling a little overwhelmed, she reached for the lubricated vibe. Pushing herself up with one hand, she tucked her arm beneath her body before she settled again in his lap. It was a little awkward. She wriggled around to adjust herself to a comfortable position, finally settling her arm at the side of her body next to Seth’s taut belly. She felt his cock leap against his jeans as she writhed in his lap. Aroused by the sensation, she prolonged things.
Until he cracked her ass with his palm, that is.