Page 115 of Ice Rebel

Cole

“I thought you knew better than to underestimate me,” I told her. Flat out. No inflection, although I was grinning from ear to ear.

“You can’t do this!” Chelsea whined. “We’re in your parents’ house.”

“And giving me head is okay?”

“Well…”

I had one hand on the small of her back, but she was a wily one, almost able to slide off my lap. Which prompted me to swing my leg over hers while struggling to yank my belt free. My cock was still aching from the intense, amazing moment and if I wasn’t careful, I’d fuck her without thinking about whether anyone in the house heard us.

“Uh-huh,” I told her, finally managing to yank the strap free, although I had a feeling I’d ripped one of the canvas loops. Who cared? “That’s what I thought you’d say. You need to learn a lesson.”

“What lesson?”

I fingered the belt while thinking about how to answer her. “That I am God of all things.”

“Oh, get over yourself.”

“Okay. I will and I know the perfect way of doing that.” I’d never enjoyed spanking a woman before. Oh, sure, the occasional love taps or whatever you called them when having sex, but this was different. This was extraordinarily empowering.

When I brought the folded strap down on her bottom not once but three times, the idea was confirmed. Between the high of an orgasm and of having her body bucking across my still throbbing dick, I was in the land of euphoria. How freaking glorious.

“Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.” She was whispering her discontent, which was highly adorable.

“I’ve heard spankings are supposed to hurt.”

“I’ve heard woman are supposed to be in charge.”

My face hurt from how much I’d been grinning in the last two days. I brought the belt down across the most rounded portion of her bottom a couple of times before answering. “Then I guess one of us is wrong.”

“Oh!” Not only did she kick her legs, she pounded one hand on my leg and the other on the bed. “Horrible man.”

“That’s what people tell me.” Three more brutal cracks turned into another five. Maybe. Perhaps I’d lost count. By now, her skin was a perfect shade of rose and the heat rising between us was spectacular.

Every wiggle of her body made me a bit crazy, but I was committed to continuing the spanking.

She moaned and whimpered to convince me to stop, but I wasn’t falling for it. I did take a minute and caress her heated skin with the rough pads of my fingers. My freaking God, she was on fire.

And so was I.

So hot to the touch I was close to chucking my goal. But I didn’t, resuming the spanking by providing six cracks of the thick leather as she writhed over my lap. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes,” she hissed, but whimpered shortly after that, acting as if she was crying.

“Nice try, Rebel’s mate.” Hmmm… I liked the term. Maybe a little too much.

She smacked me again and that was the moment someone decided to interrupt us with a loud bang on the door.

We both shot our heads toward it. Maybe at one point we wouldn’t constantly be interrupted.

“Hey, dude. Are you in there? Mom sent me to hunt you down.”

Freaking Beck. “We’ll be right there.”

I allowed her to scramble off, the girl muttering under her breath the entire time, while fighting with her clothes.

“Oh, this is bad. So bad.”