by Andra Lake
“Or else I can give you to him next,” Ian whispered.
No. My hand instinctively reached out for his belt loop, held tight. I couldn’t look at him or anyone else. My heartbeat had accelerated to such a fever pitch that it was now beating in my ears.
Ian chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’re safe with me.”
Somehow, I doubted that. Yet I continued to hold onto that belt loop as if he was going to save me. My heart was still loud in my ears, blocking out everything else, and I could still feel his hardness against my stomach. He wanted me. The idea of spanking me was turning him on.
I was only vaguely aware of another guy approach.
“Have you called this one?” a voice asked.
Ian’s hands tightened in my hair and on my hip, hurting just enough to clear my mind. I glanced up to see the blonde man that had been eyeing me earlier speaking to Ian, but his eyes were entirely on me.
“What does it look like?” Ian bit out.
The blonde man just blinked. “I would like to watch.”
“Tough shit,” Ian snarled.
I had to give the man credit—he acted totally unfazed. The host had said people could request to watch. In this world, Ian was being rude. And he either didn’t know or didn’t give a shit.
“She can keep her panties on.”
Ian balked at him, moving me away. “Oh she can, can she? And who are you to decide?”
The man raised his hands. “Calm down, buddy. I saw her come here with another broad. I figured she wasn’t tied to anyone.”
“You figured wrong.”
Ian grasped my hand and stormed out of the living room, practically dragging me after him. His face was set, determined. As I struggled to keep up with him, he marched down the hall, checking every bedroom as he went. I caught glimpses of the privacy screens the host had mentioned, as well as the dark shapes behind them—couples “playing”. In one room a man was sitting on the bed watching the shapes and listening to the noises coming from behind both screens.
At the very last room, Ian pulled me inside. Two privacy screens were set up but no shapes could be seen behind them. He closed the door behind us and locked it, leaned back against the surface.
We were entirely alone. Ian had locked everyone out and was blocking the door.
“What are you doing?”
He began flipping the paddle around in his hand. “I couldn’t think in there with you and the spanking and that dude talking about keeping your panties on. I was about to punch him.”
“Well you’re breaking the rules. You’re not supposed to use entire bedrooms. Only the screens.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Those don’t leave much to the imagination. Would you rather I spank you in front of some random man?”
Why were we talking like spanking me was inevitable? “I’m not... We’re not... I came here by mistake, Ian.”
His eyes flashed. “You came to a spanking party by mistake, but you stayed because you’re intrigued.” He pushed off the door and advanced on me slowly. “I know how to read women. Your cheeks are flushed and you’re breathing heavily and I would bet good money that if I were to put my hand up your skirt, I would find you dripping.”
I edged away from him until the backs of my knees hit the bed. “Have you ever spanked someone?”
“No.”
The word hung between us, full of meaning. It changed everything. Suddenly we were on the same level. Both of us were innocents considering doing something we’d never done before. Together.
“But now we’re here of all places,” Ian continued, “and you’re wearing a sexier outfit than I’ve ever imagined on you, and I’m not going to pass the opportunity up. What about you, Lex?”
The way he said my name made my skin hot. The vibrations sounded like sex. He was like the devil, offering me a taste of something I knew would change my life forever. His eyes bore into mine and I couldn’t look away. By the end of the night, I was going to let Ian spank me.
“Bend over the bed and place your hands on the bedspread,” he said in a deceptively soft voice. “Do it now.”
Closing my eyes tightly, I turned around and bent over, placing my palms down on the light blue duvet and knowing full well that I was giving him a view up my skirt. Funny to think I’d opted out of wearing my usual thong in place of regular black panties in case someone saw up my skirt. Now I was about to bare my entire ass to him.
“Good girl.” His voice was lower than usual. Deep. “Pull down your panties. You don’t have to take them off, but pull them down enough to expose your ass. Do not stand up,” he barked, stopping me just as I started to straighten.
Cheeks flaming red, my left hand still on the bedspread, I took a hold of the right side of my panties with a shaking hand and pulled them down as far as they needed to go. I almost preferred to take them off entirely but didn’t dare go against what he’d asked.
Ian let out a long breath. “Beautiful.”
I bit my lip and placed both hands back on the bed. I was breathing so loudly, I was sure he could hear me.
“Now widen your legs so that they don’t fall down.”
Oh, God. This was the part I was dreading.
My arms began shaking so hard, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up. I was about to give the very first man ever a view of my most vulnerable and private parts, and I wouldn’t even be able to see his face.
I hesitated for too long and heard him move forward. Then he was standing right behind me, his tone gentler. “It’s okay. I can’t see now.”
Exhaling, I widened my stance so that my panties pulled taut between my legs. Part of me wanted to confess that I was nervous, but it felt like a stupid thing to say. He knew how I felt.
“Are you okay, Lex?” he asked softly.
I nodded, unable to trust my own voice.
“You have such a pretty little ass.” Lightly, he touched my backside, caressing my skin gently. “I’m going not going to hit very hard, but if at any point you want me to stop, say your last name. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
His tender touch disappeared and the first slap came, and that was exactly what it felt like—a slap. Not hard enough to hurt, only a quick sting. Embarrassment heated my cheeks and my breath quickened to match my heart rate. I was bent over in front of Ian Crawford and letting him spank me with a paddle. Gentle or not, the act was naughty and humiliating. And I owed him nothing. Why was I doing this?
Heat pooled between my legs. I closed my eyes and gripped the duvet to keep myself from twisting away. I could take the pain.
As the spanks continued, I realized that the lead up to the spanking had been just as important as the act itself. It was the anticipation that had gotten me hot in the first place, but the spanks were building on that intensity, pushing me toward orgasm. I’d only ever come with help from myself, but I did know the feeling...and I was about to come whether I liked it or not.
Just when I was about to find release, Ian stopped. Told me I could stand up. I did, pulling up panties before facing him. My pulse was racing, my mind jumbled. One moment I’d thought coming would be humiliating, and the next I’d wanted it more than anything.
“Is that...it?”
He smiled knowingly. “Yes, that is what it’s like to be spanked.”
I swallowed. I’d had no idea what to expect, no idea that getting spanked was something I’d actually enjoy. Now I could no longer deny it; I could feel my own wetness between my thighs and my nipples felt hard against the material of my blouse. If Ian had read me earlier, he no doubt knew how I was feeling now.
He cocked his head to the side, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. “How did you like it?”
“It was...” My voice trailed off. I couldn’t bring myself to say it, to admit that when he’d stopped, I’d wanted to beg him to keep going. That he was right—even watching that other woman get spanked had turned me on. I was confused and the couple of beers I’d chugged b
ack weren’t helping. But this was Ian, the guy I’d promised myself I would never get with, and now I’d let him spank me of all things. The knowledge made me feel more than a little ashamed.
I didn’t need to ask how he’d liked it.
His eyes flicked down to my nipples. “Do you want something, sweetheart?”
There was no point in hiding it. He knew exactly what he’d done to me.
“Yeah, you know I do. But I’m not going to be like those other girls that get you off and everyone gets to hear about it. So I’m leaving.” I made a move to pass him, but he blocked me.
“All right, so let me get you off then.”
“What?” My eyes flew to his face. He was looking back at me with utter sincerity. “You want to get me off without anything in return?”
“Sure. You really think I’m that selfish I can’t do something for someone else?”
“Your reputation implies such.” My sexual frustration was obviously turning me into a giant bitch. I was one small push from kneeing him in the balls.
His eyes narrowed. “Bend back over the bed.”
“No.”
“If we were in a relationship, I’d be keeping count right now. That’s one.”
“But we’re not.”
His hand was under my skirt before I could stop him. His fingers found my wetness, and then I no longer cared what he was doing—I only wanted him to continue. All that existed in the world was his fingers on my pussy. He inserted two inside of me, and to my embarrassment, I moaned loudly.
“I said bend over the bed,” he growled.
Guiding me with the fingers still inside me, he moved us back to the bed, where I bent over willingly, offering myself up to the feeling. At that point I wouldn’t have cared if he pulled out his dick and fucked me, but he didn’t. Instead, he withdrew his fingers...and inserted something else.
My head snapped up, and that’s when I noticed the mirror. I’d had my head down during the spanking session and hadn’t seen it, but he’d probably been watching us in it the entire time.
On the wall across from us was a full-length mirror, and in it I could see Ian standing behind me, a wooden object in his hand. The paddle. He planned to fuck me with the paddle.
“I want you to watch,” he said in a low voice, his eyes locked on me. “Look at yourself.”
I licked my lips, watching my reflection mirror the action. Pigtails framed my flushed face. The top few buttons of my blouse had come undone and my breasts were threatening to pop out of my bra. I looked wanton, slutty.
And I loved the image.
Ian began to move the paddle, and I closed her eyes, moaning softly. It was so bad to be letting him do this. I was going to regret it tomorrow. I was going to feel like a slut. But right now I couldn’t care less.
“Open your eyes,” he said in a rough voice. “Or I’ll stop.”
My eyes popped open. I watched as his fingers came around my right hip and inserted themselves between my panties and pubic mound, teasing my clit. With his left hand, he momentarily released the paddle, using his thighs to hold it in me, and grasped my left breast. Freed it from the bra and squeezed the nipple between his fingers before moving to the right breast and doing the same. Both of my breasts were trussed up and on display for him now. His dark head bent, giving me a view of the top of his curly hair as he took my earlobe in his teeth and suckled gently.
“You acted like such a good girl, wouldn’t give me the time of day. And now look at you. Look at what I’m doing to you.”
I wanted to tell him to stop talking, but his words were only making me hotter. It was as if he had a secret line into my deepest fantasies. How could he know my body so much better than I did?
Because he’s a player and you’re a virgin.
My breasts were hanging out now for them both of us see, and he began moving the paddle again, mimicking a thrusting motion with his hips, the fingers on my clit moving in the same rhythm. I couldn’t look away. The sight of him thrusting behind me made me more turned on than I’d ever been.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
“I know, sweetheart.”
I couldn’t hold on any longer. I grasped the duvet tightly with both hands, crying out as the first shudder ripped through me, my pussy clenching against the handle of the paddle that was buried inside me. His fingers were still on my clit, holding me up as I thrashed against him and struggled to pull away. I wanted it to stop and keep going at the same time.
“Please,” I begged, and he released me. I feel forward, resting a knee on the bed to keep myself up on shaky arms.
Our eyes met in the mirror and there was no denying the look on his face: triumph.
I stood without looking at him and pulled my panties back into place, straightened my skirt. Now was the moment I’d been dreading, the one where he was going to tell me he knew I’d wanted him all along and thanks for the fun time. So before he could say something that would shatter my already low self-esteem into pieces, I shut him down.
“Thanks for that. Guess it’s not every day that someone uses Ian Crawford instead of the other way around. Enjoy your blue balls.”
His mouth fell open, and if I didn’t know him for the player he was, I might have actually thought I’d hurt his feelings. And I wouldn’t have blamed him; never before had I been that cutting to someone.
Before he could recover himself and say something back, I quickly left the room.
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To be continued in Flirting with Disaster (Ian Crawford, #2)!
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Andra Lake is a New Adult and Erotic Romance writer. When not writing, she's traveling around the world, spending time with the people she loves, or reading in her PJs. She seeks passion in all areas of life.
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Other Titles by Andra Lake
Overexposed Series (BDSM):
His Indecent Proposal
His Dark Secret
Ian Crawford Series (New Adult Erotic Romance):
Here Comes Trouble
Flirting with Disaster (forthcoming)
Under My Skin (Breathless Press)
A Dark Gift (Evernight Publishing, forthcoming)
Also by Andra Lake…
His Indecent Proposal
Amy Clair is a BFA graduate searching for work and hoping to prove to her family that turning down law school wasn’t a huge mistake. When she comes across an unlikely modeling opportunity with requirements that match her petite frame, she can’t believe her luck. The owner of the ad is the gorgeous twenty-nine year old Investment Banker, Dallon King—but Dallon has a dark side. When he spanks her in the test photo session and snaps a picture, Amy is shocked to find herself aroused. Feeling misled and confused, she turns down the job… Only Dallon won't let her go that easily.
His Indecent Proposal is the first novella installment of the Overexposed Series, an erotic romance with explicit sexual content, including BDSM elements. As the story continues and Amy falls deeper into Dallon’s world, their play intensifies and Amy realizes just how far her desire will take her.