Page 41 of Balthazar's Fire
Balthazar’s going to spank me!
She still couldn’t fathom why the thought was so damn enticing, but as his eyes shone down at her, she decided she didn’t care. Come what may, she was committed to getting through it and perhaps, if she was lucky, finally comprehending why the fantasy turned her on.
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Balthazar
Leading her to the curved edge of the breakfast bar, Balthazar spun her gently to face the counter.
“Put your hands on the worktop,” he instructed, watching as she complied. “Very good.”
Kissing her shoulder, he ran an invisible line along her arm to her toned midriff, enjoying the feel of her soft, alluring skin. He couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her.
“Are you sure you’re not cold?”
Maybe it was just him, but Balthazar thought the room was getting hotter; however, he wanted to be certain. Cherie was wonderfully naked and more exposed to the air.
“No, sir,” she answered in a raspy tone. “The floor is heated.”
“True,” he replied, glancing down at the expensive tiles beneath their feet. The underfloor heating had never seemed like a better choice than at that moment. “Take a step back, Cherie. I want you farther away from the counter.”
Nodding, she obeyed, though her hands remained in place on the worktop.
“That’s better,” he praised. “Now, shift your ankles wider apart.”
Arousal contracted at his core as she did as he asked, the position forcing her delectable ass to stick out from the breakfast bar.
“Bloody hell,” he exhaled. “You’re magnificent.”
He ran his palm over her upturned cheeks unthinkingly. He was amazed at his luck. How he had managed to find a woman as lovely as Cherie was a wonder in itself, but the fact that she liked to surrender to him, and was even prepared to let him spank her— Balthazar had no idea how he’d achieved such a feat.
“To clarify,” he started, ignoring the thrum of his need as he squeezed her ass. “I’m going to give you ten swats and then check in with you. If you think it’s too much in the meantime, you can use your safe word. Do you understand, Cherie?”
Kissing her delightful back, he turned his attention to her face as he waited for her reply.
“Yes, sir.” Twisting to see his face, she managed a small smile.
“Are you ready?” His swelling cock tented his joggers, affirming that he was more than ready, but this wasn’t about his boundaries. It was about Cherie’s.
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.” Turning back to face the counter, she inhaled, and he noticed the tension creeping into her shoulders.
“Okay, beautiful.”
It was time to test out his theory. Would the wonderful submissive he’d met last night come out to play once he’d warmed up her ass, or would Cherie’s arousal be repelled by the notion of his spanking? There was only one way to find out.
Chapter Fifteen
Cherie
Squeezing her eyes closed, Cherie tensed as Balthazar’s palm smacked against her exposed ass, the noise of the impact ringing around the kitchen long after his hand had withdrawn. The spank itself hadn’t been that painful, but mentally, she unraveled at the idea. This was happening, and worse, she’d consented to the madness.
What was I thinking?
The question rebounded as she gripped the edge of the worktop.
“One.”
His voice thundered from behind her and her toes curled as he numbered the swat. If he was going to do that after each one, she might die of humiliation. It was strange enough to be there naked and braced to be spanked, but to have to acknowledge every strike—that was unbearable.