“Take it or leave it, but I won’t be making this offer again,” Mayor McGovern says.
Maybe there’s a way for me to get the money and keep Liza out of the mess. The island idea is promising, but surely I can figure out a way to protect her while also doing this one last bit of dirty work.
“Done.” The word’s out of my mouth before I can stop it.
“Good. I expect those photos the day after the auction. I’ll be waiting.” He ends the call.
I stand and run a hand through my hair. “Fuck.”
Something rubs against my leg. I look down to find Krampus weaving between my ankles. “What the …” When I look up, I find Liza’s front door ajar. “Come on, big guy.” I scoop him up and carry him to her porch.
Pushing the door open, I see Liza asleep on the couch, the TV set to a Christmas movie.
This is unacceptable. Liza left her door unlocked–maybe even open, unless Krampus is clever enough to open it on his own, which he may well be–and fell asleep. Anyone could’ve busted in here. What the fuck?
I stalk toward her, fire in my blood.
She sleeps soundly.
I can’t let this stand. I grab her arm.
She yelps as I pull her up from the couch. When I sit in the chair beside it and put her in my lap, her eyes widen. “How did you get–”
“You left the door open, babe.”
“I did?” She glances toward it. “I must’ve forgotten when I came home. I was–”
“That’s dangerous.”
“Yes.”
“You’ll have to be punished.” My cock goes hard as an iron rod as the words leave my lips.
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me.”
She swallows hard as I pull the throw blanket off her, then ease her down onto my knees. “Crane?”
“Just take it, babe. You brought this on yourself.” I lift her hips so her ass is in the air, then pull her skirt up.
When I peel her panties down her legs, she gasps.
“Count for me.”
“Count wh–ow!” She yells as I bring my hand down on her ass, the slap so goddamn satisfying.
“That’s one.”
“One!” she cries, then wriggles.
I ease my hand along her ass and then lower. “Fuck!” She’s wet for me, her pussy almost dripping. “I knew you’d understand.”
I rear back and hit her again, her ass turning the most beautiful shade of red as Christmas music plays on the TV and the lights outside twinkle.
“Two!”
16
LIZA
What the hell is going on? One second I’d been dreaming about Crane and the next I’m draped over his lap with my panties yanked down my thighs, my skirt flipped up with him spanking me. Another smack sounds through the room. My sex clenches with each strike.
“Four!” I shout. I don’t think I could not count them at this point even if I should be resisting. I’m not, though. I’m actually lifting my ass higher and silently begging for another. Why does this feel so damn good? I never understood the appeal when I read it in some of my romance novels, but with each slap, the sensation shoots to my clit, which is now throbbing.
“Five!” I squeal and try to push my thighs together. I need some kind of pressure.
“Bad girl. You keep those thighs spread,” he orders as another smack lands on my backside.
“Crane, I’m sorry. Please,” I beg, needing some relief. His hand rubs the spot that he hit, caressing me gently.
“You should be sorry.” His hand slips down my ass and between my spread thighs to cup my sex. “Anyone could have walked in and taken this.”
I close my eyes and whimper. He guides one finger along the seam of my lips, barely grazing my clit. Another whimper of need leaves me.
“I’m not sure this is enough punishment. I think you’re enjoying yourself a little too much. My hand is soaked.”
“No!” I shout when he pulls his hand back from between my legs. I turn my head to look over my shoulder at him to watch him lick the wetness from his finger. He lets out a groan as he sucks my taste into his mouth.
“No?” His hand comes down on my ass again. “Are you telling me to stop?”
“Please don’t,” I beg. My whole body aches. My breasts even feel heavy. He grabs one of the holiday throw pillows on my sofa and drops it in front of us. I don’t get a chance to ask what he’s doing. In one quick move, he has me on my knees between his spread thighs. The pillow is soft against my knees, protecting them from the wood floor.
“You beg so sweetly.” He reaches out, cupping my cheek with his hand. His thumb swipes over my lips gently at first before he starts to press it past them.
“Suck.”
I do as I’m told. I watch as Crane’s breathing grows heavy. I suck harder, my eyes dropping to the outline of his hard cock in his pants. “See something else you want to suck on, naughty girl?”