And he seemed to be taking his time about getting on with it, too, which only made me squirm more. Which in turn made me infinitely more aware of the hot length pressed against my ribs.
Every inch of my body tingled in anticipation.
“I’m going to go easy on you tonight,” Cody said, his voice deep and gravelly. “You need to be punished for a lot of things, but we’ll throw it all together and call it behaving like an utter brat. Ten strokes should do it. Just enough to show you what’s in store for you later.”
Ten spanks wouldn’t be that bad. Right?
His hand landed on my butt, and I jumped even though he hadn’t even gotten started yet. He put his other hand on the small of my back, holding me down, while the first one rubbed all over both cheeks. Occasionally, he slipped a finger along my crack, tracing the line of my thong and driving me mad with need, but then he’d go back to rubbing, squeezing, exploring every blazing inch of my skin. It was like he was trying to memorize the way it felt.
I was going to lose my mind if he didn’t get on with it. “Would you get started already?”
My impatience only made him chuckle.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” he asked after a moment. “If I were to slip a finger inside you right now, would I come out covered with your juices?”
“Yes,” I croaked. Honesty, I reminded myself. There was no reason to try to hide that, anyway. Still, my face burned with the admission, but I didn’t know why I was embarrassed. There was no reason the man responsible for my current state of arousal shouldn’t know just how ready I was.
“Do you want that? Do you want me to finger you again?”
“I want you to spank me already and get it over with so we can move on to the good stuff!”
“Oh, baby.” This time his voice was silky smooth, and he gave me a sharp pinch in the sensitive spot where my butt met the top of my thigh. I yelped and jerked, nearly jumping off his lap in the process, but his hand on my back held me down so he could do the same on the other side. “You may not realize it yet, but we’re already at the good stuff. This is going to make everything else so much better.”
Didn’t they always say the best things in life were worth waiting for? Apparently, he was determined to prove the point, because good gourd, the man was dragging this out. My ass already felt hot and sensitive, and he hadn’t even spanked me once yet. I didn’t think I’d survive the wait.
But Cody didn’t make me wait much longer. I barely felt the loss of his hand before it cracked down on my left cheek.
“Fuck!” I shouted, trying to jerk myself free of his grasp. Not that there was any use. The man had an iron grip, and I couldn’t do anything with my legs but kick. They weren’t making contact with anything that would help me out of this situation. “That stings.”
“It’s supposed to sting. Be still,” he demanded.
Then he went back to rubbing the spot he’d just struck. Which, admittedly, eased the sting. But that was just the first of ten strokes. I didn’t know how I’d get through nine more without turning things around on him and spanking him in return to teach him a damn lesson. Or kicking him in the balls.
On second thought, I shouldn’t do that. I still wanted the sweaty, naked stuff to follow, so ball kicking was out. I could find something, though.
“You still with me?” Cody asked.
I let out a grunt of affirmation.
“That’s not good enough. Where are we? Green, yellow, or red?”
“Green, asshole.”
“Your dad says I’m an asswipe.”
“Maybe he’s right. Would you rather I call you that? Or should I just text him a picture of the two of us, exactly like this?” Of course, my threats were hollow, but I wasn’t ready to give in so easily.
“Just making sure you’re still on board is all.” He kept massaging my butt, and admittedly, I kind of liked it. His touch was both sexy as hell and soothing, which confused the heck out of me.
I’d never been spanked before. My parents didn’t believe in spanking as a form of punishment when we were growing up. We had lots of time-outs and groundings and the like in order to teach us discipline. They’d never hit us. Sometimes, Katie, Luke, and I had slapped each other or something, but it was nothing like this.
I hadn’t quite recovered from the first one when his hand disappeared again momentarily, only to crash against my other cheek before I was ready. This time, he didn’t immediately start to rub the sting away, so I did that myself. Bad idea. As soon as my hand landed on my ass, he grabbed my arm and twisted it up, holding it against my back to keep me trapped.
“Fuck you,” I bit off.
“We’ll get to that,” he said, and I could hear a wink in his tone. “But rubbing the sting out of that ass is my job.”
“So do it.” I flailed with my legs in an effort to kick him, not that it did anything but make me lose my balance worse than before, and now I only had one arm to steady myself with.
“You wouldn’t be practically falling off me if you’d hold still.”
“Why don’t you try holding still while some jackass is flaying you alive?” I shot back.
Cody just laughed, but then he slapped my ass again, this time managing to strike both cheeks at once with enough force it felt like it was going to leave welts or something.
“Yellow, you bastard,” I shouted. Now I was freaking howling and—stupidly, again—I tried to cover my butt with my other hand.
In a single move, he managed to trap that hand again and work it behind my back, holding both my wrists in one hand. “If you don’t stop kicking, you won’t like how I make you stop,” he warned. “You still have seven more coming unless you call a halt to this. I’m slowing down to let you adjust, but this isn’t over.” There was a definite threat in his words, but at least he was back to soothing my burning flesh.
In fact, I’d only thought I was overheated before. Now, my entire backside felt like I was being held to a freaking flame.
“You still wet for me?” he asked. Hell, he almost cooed the words, which would’ve done the trick if I wasn’t already there.
But I wasn’t just wet; I was practically drenched. Somehow, even though I was mortified to be in such a position, and I’d never felt pain like this in my life, I’d only gotten wetter. But damn it all, I didn’t want to tell him that. I bit down on my tongue, refusing to say a freaking word.
“Hmm?” Those strong fingers kneaded my stinging flesh, inching closer and closer to the spot where Cody would discover the truth whether I wanted him to know it or not. I might not want to admit how aroused I was, but in this position, there was no way for me to keep it from him. Hell, the air around us was thick with desire. From both of us.
His hand slipped lower, to the tops of my thighs, and it was like the parting of the Red Sea. My legs just fell open in invitation. He caressed the sensitive skin directly next to where I wanted his touch, his callused fingers driving me wild with the mild scrape against my sensitive flesh.
I couldn’t stop myself from moaning in need. I was just this side of begging for him to touch my pussy, but I held out. Because I didn’t want to beg, damn it. At least not this easily. I wanted to make him work for it.
“How’s this? Still yellow?”
“Green.” Seriously, green light. Touch my pussy, please for the love of cheese, touch my pussy. I already knew he was an expert finger-banger, so there wasn’t any need to slow down here.
He never gave me what I wanted, though, removing his hand and then returning it to my ass with a quick succession of four chastening swats that had me straining for freedom. They weren’t as hard as the last one, but the speed of them had me kicking out my legs again, and I accidentally on purpose made contact with his shin.
“Fuck,” I shouted, because my ill-advised counterattack ended up hurting me worse than it did him, I was certain. Every muscle in his body was as hard as granite, and now my toes were more aware of that fact than I’d like to be. �
��Why’d you have to be a jerk about those?”
“What’d I tell you about the kicking?” he asked in response. And now, instead of massaging my burning buttocks like he should have been, he was busy rearranging our positions. He never released my arms, but somehow he managed to get his right leg out from beneath me. Then he shifted me and draped his much bigger leg up and over both of my smaller ones, trapping them in a vise between his powerful thighs.
Now, I had always known that hockey players had incredibly large, muscular thighs and butts. I mean, both my father and my brother played, so I’d seen more than my fair share, whether I’d wanted to or not. Sometimes a kid walks in on things without meaning to and then images get branded on their brains, and there’s not enough eye bleach in the world to deal with that sort of mistake, you know? But never until that moment, when Cody had me fully trapped between his thighs, did I understand just how strong thighs like theirs could be.
I might have drooled, even though I was still struggling for my freedom and whimpering from the shock of the last four blows.
But four more were done. That meant we’d already gotten through seven and I only had to endure three more. I could do this. Heck, I wasn’t even crying. Whining and complaining, yes.
And stinging.
Hell, my pride stung, too, when it came down to it. Good thing we weren’t still at his club. I’d be mortified if anyone could see me like this. I mean, I’d thought I wanted whatever Cody had to dish out, but experiencing a spanking was turning out to be a hell of a lot different than watching someone else get spanked. And the idea of someone else watching this? Just thinking about that had my face turning red with embarrassment.
The physical sting was turning into more of a burn, though, and I kind of liked it. Three more spanks wouldn’t be all that bad, especially if allowing them meant more of this burning sensation, which, when it came down to it, was all sorts of delicious. Admittedly, I might be feeling a bit delirious, but there were worse ways to feel. Besides, then we could get to the sex part, which was what I really wanted.
I made up my mind to be on my best behavior until he was finally done so we could move on. That was one good thing about me. Once I decided on something, that was the end of it. I didn’t flip and flop around. I made a plan and stuck to it.
So I stopped struggling. There wasn’t any point to it, anyway. I’d never be able to overpower him.
“You done?” Cody asked, his gruff voice doing all sorts of lovely things to my naughty bits. His big palm settled on my overheated bottom, making me tingle. Everywhere.
“Yes.” I kind of snapped it at him, but at least I didn’t start calling him names again.
Best behavior. I could do this.
“So are you ready for the last three?” But he wasn’t acting like he was about to spank me again. He’d started swirling his fingers over my skin back there, a ghost of a touch that left me aching for more. One of those amazing fingers gently brushed the edge of my outer lip with nothing between his questing digit and my swollen flesh but a tiny scrap of fabric. If not for him holding me down, I might have defied gravity and flown off his lap.
I couldn’t focus on anything but his touch. I couldn’t manage to form words—whether to answer his question or to tell him what I wanted more of. All I could do was feel and pray for him to read my mind.
Instead of delving beneath the lacy scrap, he shifted until the pad of his finger found my clit. He pressed down, tracing tiny circles over the lace and making me moan in ecstasy.
“You like that?”
“Mmm.” That was all I could manage.
“You want more of that?” Not that he waited for my response. That finger was still working wonders between my legs, the pressure growing within me until I thought I might burst.
My breaths came in sharp pants, never fully filling my lungs. The sounds coming from within me were grunts and moans, more animalistic than human. He’d reduced me to a whimpering, blubbering ball of need.
He’d taken me to the edge of an orgasm. If he’d just press a bit harder or circle a little faster, I’d be able to crest. But instead, he took his hand away entirely.
Son of a bitch.
“You never answered me,” Cody said. “I asked if you were ready for the last three spanks of your punishment.”
There was still no chance in hell I could speak coherently, so I gave him a curt nod.
He pinched that sensitive spot between my buttocks and my thigh again. Hard.
“Goddamned motherfuck—”
“So you do remember how to use words,” he said, cutting me off.
“Would you just do it already?” I demanded, still trying to catch my breath. My entire body was on fire with the combination of lust and pain. “Sadistic fucking—”
The sharp crack of his hand on my ass cut me off, followed almost immediately by another. They stole my ability not only to speak but to breathe. This time, tears burned the backs of my eyes, but damn it, I refused to cry. That was not going to happen.
“Such language,” Cody said. “Do your parents know you talk like that?”
I wanted to spout off again, something about Where do you think I learned it, asswipe? But I was practically hyperventilating in an effort to keep my tears at bay. He seemed to recognize that I was barely holding it together, though, and didn’t press me for an actual answer.
I was desperate for him to press his palm over my painful flesh, to lessen the bite of his latest blows so I’d be able to withstand the final one. But when his hand returned, it was to tug on the tiny strip of material that went up between my cheeks, dragging it down and fully exposing me to him in every way. Not that my thong was really doing anything to cover me.
He slid two fingers over my pussy, making me quiver and quake in anticipation. He spread my body’s natural lubrication all around before dipping those two fingers inside me. I was so wet and aching and swollen that he slipped in all the way to the knuckles with ease. He curled those fingers inside me, and I moaned.
“You like that, hmm?”
There wasn’t any need to respond. We both knew the answer.
He withdrew and added another finger, stretching me and filling me, in and out and in and out in the perfect rhythm. My body responded in kind, my hips rocking back to meet him as he grazed my clit with his thumb.
My breasts felt full and heavy, so much that the lacy fabric—usually soft and perfect—almost scratched my overly sensitive nipples as I bucked.
“Fuck, baby.” Cody’s voice was strained, like it was a direct extension of the bulging cock still trapped behind his zipper.
Good gourd, did I wish he’d take that thing out. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted the heat and the size of him, the power of those enormous thighs as he pounded into me. But all I could do was gurgle and show him with my body how very, very ready I was to take anything he could give me. And I could give it back to him, too.
If he’d let me.
Once again, my orgasm was hovering just out of reach, but I was close. So close. Straining and reaching for it, and determined to grab it. And I could if he’d just keep doing exactly what he was for three…two…one…
I whimpered in frustration as he removed his hand from where I wanted it.
Moments later, he blistered my ass with a resounding crack of his hand.
There was no stopping my tears.
But they weren’t tears of pain. They were the culmination of the most intense climax I’d ever experienced before in my life. My entire body shuddered from the force of it, tremors starting in my clit and exploding outward in waves that crested, dropped off, and rose again, leaving me a tingling surge of electricity.
I went boneless, lost in a lust haze unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
I was semi-aware of Cody shifting me around, no longer keeping me trapped in his powerful grip. Not that he needed to hold me down anymore. I couldn’t move if I tried.
And then that pressure was buildi
ng within me again. I was climbing higher…higher…closer to another detonation strong enough to blow up the entire city of Portland. I was on my back, Cody’s head between my legs.
In my blissed-out state, my knees hooked over his shoulders, I realized my skin was touching skin. He must have taken his clothes off finally. It was about time.
As my strength slowly returned, I reached for him, fisting my hands in his thick ginger hair. He let out a hum, his deep voice vibrating against my clit in a way that had me squeezing my thighs together around his head.
He swirled his tongue in tight circles around that insanely sensitive nub. He licked and sucked and flicked, expertly working me over. I’d be perfectly all right with him continuing what he was doing for the next millennium or so. But then, just as I was about to crest one more time, he nipped my clit with his teeth—hard enough to cause pain without diminishing the pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, earning me a rumbling laugh that sent me into orbit again. My toes curled, digging into his back as he licked me until the tremors stopped.
He slipped away from me. I reached for him, letting out a sound that distinctly sounded like a whine.
“Condom,” he explained, winking at me. “I’ll be right back, baby.”
I followed him with my eyes, because none of the other muscles in my body were ready to function yet. And that was when I realized he must have carried me up to his bedroom while I was blissed out. He opened a drawer, took out a foil packet, and suited up. I couldn’t take my eyes off him—his dick was impressive, but then again, everything about him was beautiful. Good gravy, this man was cut. His thighs were like tree trunks, his abs were like you only see in fitness magazines, and he had the perfect smattering of ginger hair sprinkled over his chest and coming together to form a happy trail down to heaven.
I wanted to lick him all over.
The look of hunger in his eyes as he returned burned me up until I was nothing but a pile of ashes.
“I want you on your knees, Dani.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command.
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