Page 81 of Slick Trip

He cursed at the sight. “When did you buy these?”

“Why, you like them, Alpha?” I asked innocently.

“Oh, I like them,” he said, voice roughening. “And I’m going to enjoy them while I put you in your place. You’re going to come in these panties, brat.”

My mouth went dry. I was already melting, and he hadn’t even started.

“Color,” he reminded me, his hand settling firm and steady at the small of my back.

“You don’t need to ask it every time,” I whispered into the sheet, fingers tightening in the fabric.

“Oh, I know. But hearing you say it turns me on.”

Oh.

“Green,” I said with a satisfied little sigh, squirming a bit.

“You want me to spank you.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my balls tightening just from the thought of his palm. “I . . .” God, saying it out loud always did something to me. Stripped me bare in a different way. “I want this. Need this. Spank me, Jon, please—”

Smack.

The first strike landed hard, the sound snapping through the room. My whole body jerked, making my cock rub against his thigh.

Smack. Smack.

The rhythm built quickly, each impact grounding me more deeply, stripping away the noise in my head one layer at a time. But it wasn’t just the impact that soothed me, it was the way he stayed with me through it. The way his hand never rushed, the way he never lost control. I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted another person. Needed, wanted, loved—more than anyone.

My fingers curled tighter, a broken sound slipping out, and I squirmed against him, enjoying the blooming heat.

“You said you’d admire the line while you stepped over it,” Jon said, his hand coming down again, firm and unrelenting. “And that’s fine.”

Smack.

He showed me no mercy. I loved it.

“I’ll always catch you on the other side.”

Something in me gave. My skin burned, tears slipping free, but beneath it all . . . peace. The steady rhythm that pulled me further under until all that was left was the overwhelming need building low in my belly.

“Jon—” My voice cracked. His hand paused instantly as he checked where I was. That was the worst part. Or the best part. He knew my limit better than I did. My earlier attitude was gone, replaced by an agonizing need.

“What?” he asked quietly.

“I—” I couldn’t finish it.

“Use your words.”

I shook my head helplessly, moaning.

Smack.

Air caught in my chest.