He’d actually been a little bitter that she’d left without a word that morning. Irrationally, since he’d been known to do the same thing on occasion, and who the hell was he that the tables couldn’t be turned on him? It humbled him.
He understood. It made sense that she would assume their night had been a one-off. He’d thought the same thing at first, too. It was easier for her to sneak out and avoid the awkward morning after. He got that. It was the reason he hadn’t called her.
But now. Jesus. He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes, trying to rein in his reactions to her. There was no doubt he understood her better, and nothing she’d said had made him back off. In fact, if anything, he viewed her as even more of a challenge.
Your mother doesn’t let you date white guys?
He smirked in his mind. We’ll just see about that.
He couldn’t believe he’d given her an ultimatum, halfway through their first real date. Their one-night stand couldn’t count because they hadn’t exchanged enough words to know anything about each other. What they had learned, however, was far more important in his book. They had chemistry like no one he’d ever been with.
Nevertheless, he was surprised by his insistence that she not date anyone else. The words had flown out of his mouth before he could stop them. On top of that, he had no regrets. He probably shouldn’t feel this possessive, but he did. He didn’t own the woman after one night of fucking and a half-date.
Except he did. At least for now. He did own her.
And he was about to show her what it meant to be owned by him.
After a last quick glance around the kitchen, he took a deep breath and padded toward his bedroom.
The moment he rounded the corner, his breath hitched. She was exactly where he’d told her to be, on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, her fantastic ass waiting for his palm.
She was also shivering. Not surprising.
He stepped up behind her, set his palms on her sexy bottom and molded his fingers to her skin, squeezing and releasing so she would relax. “Has anyone ever spanked you before?”
“No,” she whispered. Her glorious hair hung down to shield her face. He considered gathering it back and putting a band on it but then decided to give her that curtain for now. A small sense of privacy that might help calm her nerves.
“I can smell your arousal, little one.”
Her sweet little body shuddered and she inched her knees together.
He tapped her thighs. “Spread open for me.”
Her breath hitched delightfully as she obeyed him.
“Farther, baby girl. Knees wide. I want you to feel the vulnerability.” He continued to rub her smooth skin as she did his bidding. “Good girl. I bet you’re soaking wet.”
She whimpered.
God, she was precious. Every inch of her. He’d been with plenty of women over the years and none had grabbed him so thoroughly by the balls as Libby. He wanted to shrug out of his jeans and fuck her sweet little pussy right now.
Instead, he would spank her until she fully understood what it meant to feel his palm on her bottom, and then he would make her come so hard she screamed. Only then would he slide his cock into her heat. It would be worth the wait.
Jason smoothed his palms down the backs of her thighs, intentionally pulling her labia apart with his thumbs. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch her pussy, so he reached between her legs and dragged two fingers through her folds. Soaked. As expected. “My little girl is so needy.”
Another whimper as she pushed her bottom out toward him, silently asking for more.
He took his hand away. “Not yet, little one. You’ll experience your first spanking without reaching orgasm. It will be hard, but I want you to control yourself. I’ll let you come when I’m finished.”
She turned her face in his direction, shaking her hair out of the way to see him. Her confused expression spoke volumes.
He chuckled and cupped her face gently. “Oh yeah, trust me. You’re going to love the feel of my palm on your bottom. It’s so erotic. Take a few breaths and try not to stiffen.” He released her cheek, angled to one side of her, and set his palm on the small of her back to steady her and ground her.
When he lifted his hand to give her the first taste of what it meant to be spanked, his cock grew thicker against his jeans. A second later, he landed the first swat, keeping it light. She lifted her head, her chest dipping as she rocked forward slightly.
He didn’t give her a chance to think. The second swat landed slightly lower, a bit harder, letting his pinky hit her thigh.
Her belly and chest dipped lower as she elongated her neck and moaned. Beautiful. Just as he’d expected.
He picked up the pace, spanking her all over, heating her smooth skin. Her bottom was gorgeous as her dark skin darkened further. After a few more swats, he lowered his aim, knowing if he struck at the juncture of her bottom and thighs, it would vibrate to her pussy.
Her body stiffened, unintelligible sounds coming from her mouth. Before she had a chance to process what she was feeling, he slid his hand between her legs and thrust his thumb into her wet heat. He immediately found her clit with his fingers and rubbed it.
She rocked back again, moaning louder. “Jason,” she cried out. “Oh, God.”
He held her as still as he could with his hand on her lower back, but it was fucking
