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I hold her tight against my body, keeping her jostling to a minimum. Her warm skin imprints itself on me like a brand. The further we descend, the cooler her skin becomes until she's shivering just a touch. But at least she's not hollering any more. I run my hands up and down the back of her thighs, trying to bring a touch of warmth to her. I don't like smacking cold skin. As my fingers skim up her ass, everything in her holds still. Is she remembering my tail? I twitch at the thought. Already we both want to be buried back inside her.

I continue sliding up her ass before bringing my fingers down in between her cheeks, just skimming the surface of her skin. She shudders in my arms and her arousal spices the air even more. The spanking bench is cold as I set myself down on it. I pull her off my shoulder, stand her in front of me, and grab the chain before reaching over to the gas fireplace camouflaged inside the wall. Within moments, it roars to life, taking the slight nip out of the air. Caitlin stares at me, trembling as the seconds tick by.

"Are you going to punish me now?" Her voice is tremulous as she shifts about from foot to foot.

"Don't you think you deserve it?" I raise an eyebrow as I stare her down. Pink dots her cheeks as she looks away.

With a sigh, she looks back up at me, her face drawn and resigned. "Yes. I do."

Her whispered words send electricity down my spine, but I remain cool and calm. I can't lose face now. "I want to make this absolutely clear. What I'm punishing you for right now is for you kicking me and you leaving here without permission." I smirk and tap her lips. “And that cute little display you did up there with your tongue. After that's settled, we will start in on the punishment that brought you here in the first place. You've been very, very naughty Caitlin. Luckily for you, I am more than up to the challenge of setting you on the right path."

Her brows furrow in thought. Is she really going to play dumb with me? Someone that high up on the naughty list must have a sheet as long as my house. But, no matter, that's the fun of not knowing. I get to discover her sins as they spill from her repentant lips.

Chapter Six: Caitlin

My brain starts spinning. Besides fighting for my life while he had his way with me, what did I do wrong? Small snippets of the holiday party come creeping in, and I wince. Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have done some of that stuff. But that still doesn't give him the right to handle me like this! Even as I think the words, my body knows it's not true.

Every cell comes to life at his touch. If I have to deal with him being scary just to get those fleeting moments of pleasure, then, I'd be stupid not to. It's not just that though. Until meeting Mr. Candy Cane, I had no idea that I even liked this kind of stuff. I've heard whispers about it as coworkers pass their smut back and forth in the office, but it never appealed to me before.

But why now? Why him? I stare up into his crystal blue eyes and shiver. They say the only thing different between a kidnapper and a love interest is how hot they are. Is that true? Am I really that shallow? The man, creature, kidnapped me and did horribly delicious things to my body. Why am I not running?

A smirk tilts up his lips as he watches my face. This is crazy. This is absolutely insane. Forget sleeping off a bender, I must be in a coma. There's no way I would let him do those things to me otherwise. The swish of his tail catches my attention. Everything in me clenches with need. Yeah. Hopefully, the doctors can sign me up for a psych evaluation once I wake up, because I have questions.

"Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl? Or do I need to restrain you first?"

His words wash over me, sending a shudder through my body. I can't help it, but I'm drawn to him like a moth to a flame. But punishment? A small flare of panic rises up and chokes me. Even as a kid, I was never really punished. I was always the good one, the dependable one, I slump my shoulders, the boring one. Shaking that thought out of my head, I square my shoulders and look at him dead on.

"You're going to punish me for defending myself? That doesn't seem fair."

He rubs a hand across his jaw and tips his head in thought. "And yet, the sole reason you're in this house is to atone. I don't think kicking me and sassing me is a proper way to show repentance."

Exasperated, I throw my hands up into the air. "What exactly do I need to repent of? You kidnapped me! If anything, you should be praying I don't throw your butt in jail."

A smirk tilts his lips and my stomach flops.

"Oh really? And on whose authority. Tell me, human, who will actually be able save you?"

I hesitate as I mull over his words. None of them are making sense. Is this all some elaborate role play? My coworkers flash through my mind. None of them even came close to resembling this hot man in front of me...but they could hire him. Relief floods through my body, making me weak. That makes way more sense than anything else my brain is cooking up.

Cocking my hip to the side, I look him up and down, trying hard to not let my gaze linger on his bobbing erection. "Did Jamie put you up to this?" Out of all my coworkers, he'd be the most likely to arrange something like this. His Saturdays were spent in combat with his role-playing friends. The whole thing sounded fascinating but wasn't really my thing. It took too much effort, too much socializing. Perhaps that's where they found the hunk? His tail flits around, the movement distracting me for a moment.

That one was a little harder to explain, but animatronics can do amazing things. This guy may be geeky and loaded. Not a horrible combination. Thankfully, I was fired before all of this happened. If not, I'd have to face Jamie after this little foray. That is if his buddy didn't already spill the beans about what he did. My cheeks warmed again at the thought of perfect strangers knowing how I fell apart in this man's arms. And with his fake tail no less. Clearing my throat, I toss my head back and pin him with a stare.

"Look. I appreciate everything you're doing for me. Your acting is superb, and I'll be sure to recommend you if I ever come across an agent. But this is going super far into the creepy territory. I never asked for some romantic, thriller weekend, and it was sweet of Jamie to think my love life needed spicing up. This is too much though. I hope he didn't pay you. I'd hate to be party to a prostitution situation."

For once, the man appears stunned. He just looks at me for several moments, blinking every so often. "Are you seriously accusing me of prostitution?"

His voice startles me as it booms about the room. Crap. I've offended him. Not my intention. "Not like it's a bad thing. But if he paid you to have sex with me." I raise my hands and shrug. Did me enjoying it cancel it out? "Not that I was objecting, mind you. You certainly know your way around a woman. But I just can't in good conscience let this go any further.”

A loud rumble of laughter assaults my ears. He throws his head back as his chuckles vibrate through his body. For a second, I want to reach out and touch him, to feel the vibrations flow into me. I refrain, however, because as hot as he is, there's no way in hell I'm going to encourage him. Enough is enough.

After a few more moments, his hand snakes out to grab my wrist. I pull back, struggling with all my might to free myself. "Look! I said I'm done. Please, don't do this to me. Is there a safeword or something I need to use? Jamie never gave me one. Uncle, mercy, apples, something!"

In a smooth, practiced motion, he drags me across his lap until I'm balanced precariously over his thighs. The polished wood floor gleams up at me as I float just inches above it. I squirm about, trying to free myself, but his arm is like iron around my midsection, holding me fast against his hard body. After positioning me just how he wants me, he shifts his leg until I'm scissored in between them. My ass is high up in the air and my legs are trapped. I slap my palms against the wood, hoping, praying that someone is downstairs to hear the commotion.

When my captor makes no move to stop me, I slump down in defeat. There's no way he'd let me carry on like that if someone could hear me. His warm hand brushes my low back, sending tingles racing through me. I sigh into his touch, willing myself to relax. If Jamie paid for all of this, I might as well enjoy it. After a moment or two, his large hand lifts off of me, sending eddies of cool air across my skin. Instantly, he brings it back down hard on my ass. The zip of pain fires up my brain and sets my body into motion. I struggle. Hard.

There's no way he paid for this guy to hurt me. Thrashing about, I curse his thick thighs. I plant my hands against the floor and push up, seeing if that will help dislodge me. Nope. My heart races as my brain tries to process what's happening.