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“Why, Marshal Hampton, you do say the sweetest things to a girl.”
He chuckled. “I’d watch sassing me, Ms. Adams, when I’ve already lit a fire in your backside for misbehaving. A second spanking on an already sore bottom is not something you want to experience.”
Mandy went into the kitchen while John took up residence on one of the bar stools at her expansive island. They opted to fill their plates and eat dinner on the sofa since it would provideMandy with the maximum amount of cushion for her bruised backside.
Once they were finished, John guided her back into the kitchen, where he placed her and a pillow on one of the barstools while he cleaned up. She was fascinated watching his strong hands make short work of putting things back in place. Remembering how those hands had felt when he was spanking and fondling her, she imagined how they would feel when they had sex.
Worry nagged at her. She hated admitting it, but she knew tonight wouldn’t be a casual, getting-to-know each other fuck, but the start of something far stronger, deeper, and more intimate than she had ever known. Her brain reminded her she didn’t want that, but her pulsing pussy told her brain to shut the fuck up.
Chapter
Three
Cleaning the kitchen, John opened the fridge to put away leftovers and spied a pie plate that looked like it contained tiramisu.
“Is that for later?” he asked.
“If you want, or we can have it now if you prefer. You choose.”
Sensing her nervousness, he crossed to where she sat and took her face in his hands before kissing her deeply and sensuously.
“Are you anxious because I spanked you, because all of this is new to you, or because we haven’t made love yet?” he asked tenderly.
There it was again, the L-word. Couldn’t he just call it what it was, fucking, sex… anything but making love.
“I’m anxious on a variety of levels,” she said, instead of giving voice to her concerns. “I’m tense because my ass still hurts, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus on something other than that in order to climax.”
“Not to worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of that. I’ll put a soft pillow under your bottom. My guess is, considering how wet you were when I was done spanking you, you’ll be more than ready when I finally bury my cock in you. Next?”
“Okay.” She smiled. “I’m nervous I won’t react the way you want me to, and you’ll be disappointed.”
“Mandy, I could never be disappointed in your response to me. Again, seeing how aroused you got from your spanking, I have no doubt, giving you several orgasms won’t be an issue. When I focus on seeing to your pleasure and not disciplining you, all you’ll be thinking about is how much better it feels than getting spanked. Next?”
“I don’t understand why you spanking me got me all hot and bothered. I’m really not into pain. I just keep thinking, I should think it’s wrong.”
“But it didn’t feel wrong, did it?” He waited for her to shake her head before continuing. “It isn’t the pain you’re reacting to, it’s the knowledge I’m dominant, and you aren’t.”
“So, now what?”
“That depends on what you want. We can stay down here, go upstairs, or you can tell me you need time to think and ask me to leave.”
She couldn’t help glancing down at the bulge in his jeans.
“And you’d leave? Just like that?”
“Just like that. I wouldn’t want to, but just because I’m the dominant partner doesn’t mean your wants and needs aren’t important. I get this is the first time you’ve had the man in your life hold you accountable, and I don’t doubt it’s unsettling.”
“It is.” Mandy found herself relaxing. It was so easy to talk to John. “My brain keeps telling me to ask you to leave and never talk to me again, but there are other parts of my body that are screaming,no, make him stay, and that wet place you had your finger in earlier is begging you to take me upstairs and spend the rest of the night letting you lead.”
John laughed. “So, upstairs?”
She nodded. In the same way, it had seemed natural to surrender to him as he spanked her, his sweeping her up in hisarms off the stool felt just as right. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she enjoyed his strong, romantic embrace as he carried her up the stairs. She directed him to the master suite, and he set her down next to the bed.
“This is what you want?” he asked softly. “Understanding that I’m going to be the dominant one in our relationship?”
“More than anything else in my life,” she said, drawing his head down, so she could lose herself in his kiss again. “Sure you don’t want me to get you some dessert?”
John smiled—an exceedingly predatory, yet somehow reassuring, smile.
