Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“You’re wanting a spank?”
“I’m not wanting one, but if it means I can put my uniform back on...”
“Did I say you could have your uniform back on? No, an item of clothing of my choice,” he said.
Was this a game? She had no idea what was going on.
“Fine. I’ll take a spank and wear what you want,” she said. It seemed simple enough.
Enzo smiled. “You are intriguing, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer him but watched as he brushed past her and walked toward the coffee table, which he moved out of the way. He sat down on his sofa, moved forward, and then patted his lap.
“Come here.”
“You want to spank me there?” She figured it would be done bent over the desk, or simply put, she wouldn’t have to move. This was ... more personal, and it made her feel a little nervous.
“Yes, I want you over my knee. I’m sure I said that.”
Harper didn’t know if she should argue with him, because the truth was, she couldn’t remember if he said over his knee, or if she just assumed she’d be bent over the desk, seeing as she was grown woman. His knee was waiting, and she figured it wouldn’t be that bad. This was a joke. A tease.
She moved toward him, highly aware she was completely naked and there was nothing she could do about it.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, trying to be defiant. She would not cower before him, even if he was still her boss.
He grabbed her wrist, and within seconds he had her right over his knee. Harper expected to feel uncomfortable, or childish, or something. Only, none of those feelings applied, as she felt a little on cloud nine.
This was not going to be a normal spanking.
****
The weight of her felt right across his thighs. Enzo had already figured she would be nervous the day after having sex. Waking up to find her gone was not a shock, but Harper attempting to hide from him had pissed him off.
He wasn’t angry with her. Last night, they crossed a boundary, one that was never going to come back between them. He certainly didn’t regret it, and as far as he was concerned, Harper now belonged to him. He was the first man to touch her, to fuck her, and he’d be a great deal of her firsts. Like right now, having her juicy ass across his knee. He had one arm across her back, and with the other he couldn’t help but stroke that full, ripe ass.
She let out a moan as he stroked her.
“That’s not spanking,” she said.
“I get to do what I want, seeing as this is my punishment to you.” He stroked her ass and then moved his hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy.
Another moan, this one a little more guttural than the last.
Pulling his hand out from her pussy, he laid one hard slap right across her ass. He allowed the sting to ring out, and she let out a grunt. Her hands held onto his pant leg, and he spanked her again. This time, he soothed out the pain by massaging her ass, then he focused on one cheek, which he slapped, followed by another. Her ass was glowing at this point, and his hand was stinging.
Enzo had no intention of hurting her, but as he pressed his hand back between her thighs, he felt how wet she was, and he rewarded her with pressing two fingers inside her. He pumped them in and out of her, spreading his fingers wide, letting her get accustomed to the feel of him. The moans escaping her lips had his cock rock-hard.
The spanking aroused her, and he filed that away. Easing her off his lap, he got to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head.
“This is what you can wear,” he said.
“But won’t you be cold?” she asked.
“I’m hot.” And his cock was incredibly tight tucked away in his pants, and he was finding it hard to concentrate on anything but Harper, and wanting to be balls-deep inside her. “I’ve got to feed you. Everything is waiting.”
She looked at the dress shirt, then at him, and he saw she was having a battle, but she pulled on his shirt, which was a little oversized on her.
He cupped her face and kissed her before taking her hand and walking her into the dining room, where he’d laid the table for the two of them.
“You did all this for me?” she asked.
“Yes, you’re my one and only.”
“That is so sweet,” she said.
He’d never been accused of being sweet before, this was new. Either way, if it made her happy, he was going to take it. He cupped the back of her neck, tilted her head back, and kissed her lips. This made her melt against him.