by Kris Cook
Sure enough, she’d followed the letter of his command, but not the intent. The bottle was chilling in a little silver bucket with two wine glasses beside it on the bedside table. “Grace, I told you I wanted to talk. Did you have any intention of talking to me?”
“Oh, yes.” Her response was bouncy as though she was happy he’d phrased it in a way she didn’t have to lie about. “I think we should talk.”
He would have to be more direct. He hid the smile that threatened. He was supposed to be in control. “Grace, are you trying to seduce me?”
Now her face fell, and her teeth sank into her full bottom lip. “Can I seduce you?”
He sighed. That was what this was about? Did the woman not have eyes? In the week he’d known her, he’d always had an erection around her. She was his fucking Viagra, and he’d gone way over the “erection lasting four hours” point. He didn’t need a doctor. He needed her. He was far past thinking about the job. He was thinking about Grace.
And he needed to teach his little sub a lesson. “I believe you’ll find you can seduce me, but first things first.” He sat down on her bed. “Over my lap.”
He didn’t miss the hitch in her breath. It wasn’t nervousness.
“I won’t ask again. Right now it’s a count of five. Every second you delay, I add on to it.”
Grace’s gorgeous, heart-shaped ass was across his lap in no time. Her stomach pressed against his cock. She wiggled a little, trying to get situated. Sean steadied her with his left hand. “Do you know why I’m going to spank you, little one?”
“Because I was trying to manipulate you.”
“No, darling. I’m going to spank you because you’ll like it.”
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