Some of the tension went out of Gavin’s broad shoulders as he said, “Then, why?”
Because she couldn’t come up with a suitable answer, she blurted the first thing that popped into her head. “Because I missed you.”
Gavin tensed again and slowly lifted his head, opening his eyes again to level one of those intent, probing gazes she remembered so well, the look that always caused her buttocks to clench and her pussy to spasm. She might not know this cowboy as well as she had the Dom, but her body seemed to crave both sides of this man, responding the same now as if months hadn’t elapsed since they’d seen each other.
“Did you, now?” he murmured, his silky tone setting off alarm bells as he snatched her hand and yanked her over his lap. Her thin sleep shorts were no barrier to the heat of his hand resting on her butt. “I’ve missed you too, little one. Remember what I used to do when you weren’t forthcoming with me about your needs?”
I couldn’t forget if I tried. Aislyn managed to swallow past the sudden lump in her throat as she gripped his calf for balance. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, the title slipping out as easily as he’d landed her in this position. God, how she’d missed his control. He pushed her shorts and panties down, exposing her butt to the cool night air and his possession. This is what she’d been hoping for when she first arrived, for him to exert that authoritative dominance, swoop in and take her over. Now she didn’t have to think or worry. The only thing on the agenda was ceding to his demands, and the pleasure she’d always reaped from them.
A hard smack covered her right cheek, the slap echoing in the air along with her needy cry. Aislyn welcomed the sting and warm pulse as much as the soothing caress that followed. “Just as soft as I remember.” Another swat stung her left buttock and made her ache, his calloused fingertips scratching the sensitive skin and drawing her low moan. “And just as responsive,” he stated, satisfaction lacing his voice as he ran one finger up her damp seam.
“Use flamingo for your safeword if you need to. Even if you changed it after I left, that’s the one I want to hear,” he instructed before peppering her backside with a volley of sharp smacks that turned her buttocks into a quivering mass of hot throbbing flesh.
As Aislyn reveled in the distracting pain and rising lust encompassing her entire butt and crotch she didn’t mention she’d never changed her safeword since she couldn’t bring herself to turn to another Dom. Gavin’s harsh breathing and her gasping mewls blended with the resonating torment heaped upon her bare butt. Within moments, she found more comfort from his hard hand bouncing off her quivering globes than she had from the night sounds seeping through her window. A sob of relief escaped her tight throat as she lifted to embrace the next blow. It had been so long since she’d lost herself in the pleasure garnered from pain. She thought she had gotten over her need for this, for him, but one day back in his presence and she’d fallen like a ton of bricks. That sad revelation would upset her later, but now, all she could do was lie there, quivering for more.
“Shit, Aislyn,” Gavin swore, slowing to light taps further apart than the hard spanks she was sure rendered her butt a bright red to match the flaming heat and throbbing, deep ache. “You tempt me as much now as you did before.” She shuddered as he stroked one calloused finger between her cheeks, grazing her anus with enough pressure to give her a jolt, and then traveled down to tease at her seam again.
“Sir, please,” she pled, lifting her hips into his hand, her clit throbbing for attention. He complied, sliding a finger between her pussy lips and circling the aching nub twice then pinching the tender flesh before pulling back. Shaken, she shouldn’t have been surprised when he yanked up her shorts and stood her between his legs, keeping his hands on her hips and his assessing gaze on her face as she steadied herself. He had never rewarded her stubbornness before, so why would he do so now? Reaching for his shoulders, she gripped his hard muscles, anchoring herself until her spinning equilibrium righted itself.
Gavin’s silence spoke volumes. He was waiting for her to explain why she’d looked him up after all this time. But she couldn’t think straight, not with her buttocks hot and pulsating in tune with the ripples running up and down her pussy. Tomorrow, she would get her head screwed on straight and decide to either leave or take a chance asking for his help.
“I...You can let me go now, I’m fine.”
Gavin stood, his face set in stone, and took her arm. “I’ll walk you to your room just to make sure.”
“I’m sorry, Gavin,” she said at her bedroom door. “The last thing I want to do is cause you grief.”
“Too late.” Gavin turned to go but the flash of hurtful devastation in her eyes stayed him. With a mental chastisement for being such a hard ass, he relented, willing to do anything, say anything to erase that look. “No pressure, Aislyn. I mean it. You’re welcome here for as long you like. Take your time and when you’re ready, and decide you want my help, you can come to me.”
The relief on her face was so profound it made him ache for her. He might have set her mind at ease, but now the pressure lay solely on him to give her the time and space she needed, and he wasn’t altogether sure he was up for that challenge.
Chapter Four
Aislyn woke at the crack of dawn without the muscle-cramping tense anxiety that had been plaguing
