Page 32 of Draco's Defiance
“Absolutely fucking terrified.” She laughed at the admission, realizing it was true. Deep down, she knew this was what she wanted, but that didn’t alter the bubbling anxiety rising in her stomach.
“Fair enough.” His gaze was knowing. “I understand, but remember while I might hurt you, I won’t ever cause you real harm.”
She suspected the comment was supposed to be reassuring; something designed to offer solace in her moment of fear. She dared not tell him that it had failed. There was no comfort in his words because she didn’t really understand the difference between hurt and harm. Neither sounded ideal as he once again grasped her hand and jerked her toward the couch.
“I like that dress.” Towering over her, he ran his tongue over those flawless teeth. “But I already know you look better without it.”
“Shall I strip, sir?” The thought was emboldening. If she could be the one to disrobe then perhaps she’d feel a little more in control of proceedings at a time when she’d never been more in freefall.
“No.” As if he’d read her mind, his hands rose to his hips as he regarded her. “I’ll strip you.”
Stepping forward, he clutched the hem of her dress and yanked the skirt up to her waist. She gasped at the sudden change of tack, surprised at how rough the act was.
“Arms up.” He dragged the fabric over her head with the command, flinging the dress to the sofa once she was free of its protection. “That’s better.”
“Is it?” Brow furrowing, she glanced down at her underwear. Naturally, she’d chosen her prettiest matching set, but still, she hadn’t expected to be left standing in it quite so dramatically.
“Sir?” His voice was a low snarl as he took a step toward her.
“Sir.” The word rushed from her as she gulped back her rising terror. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s the last time you’ll forget.” The resonance of his voice sent an unspoken warning. “Or, I’ll add another ten strikes to your spanking.”
“I’ll remember, sir.”
“I know you will.” Lifting his hand, he trailed an invisible line along her left arm before his fingers rose again to tug at her bra strap. Watching it fall to the crook of her arm, he smiled, repeating the same with the strap of her other arm. “You are beautiful,” he murmured, apparently hypnotized by her pale skin. “In case you’ve forgotten.”
“Thank you.”
She had no idea what else to say. Moira knew she was an attractive woman, but not many men had taken the time to tell her, probably because she’d never given many of them an opportunity to.
“But it’s time you were out of all this lace.” Snaking his arms around her back, he unfastened her bra, whistling with admiration as he flung it alongside her dress.
“Is this how all spankings start, sir?” She liked the lustful approval in his eyes. So far, so good.
“No.” Reaching for her assets, his hands cradled the weight of her breasts in his hands. “There is no template for a spanking. Some will be planned and constrained, while others might be spontaneous and frenzied.”
Frenzied? Why did that sound so alluring?
“Which type is this going to be, sir?”
“Neither.” His gaze met hers. “This, Moira, will be your first spanking.”
Guiding her to the couch and taking a seat, he gripped her hand as though he feared she’d run away.
“Come here.” He steered her to his right side, gesturing to his lap.
“I have to stretch over you?”
Concern reverberated in her voice as she eyed his thighs. Draco was all taut muscle and strength. Surely, sprawling over him would be anything but comfortable.
“That’s right.” Patting his knee, he turned to meet her wide eyes. “Do you need help getting there?”
“No, sir.” She shook her head. “I can get there.” Although looking at the place she was supposed to be, she couldn’t see a graceful way of getting there. What was she supposed to do? Collapse over him?
Taking a breath, she supposed that was the only option.
“You’re overthinking.” His smile revealed amusement rather than impatience. “Let me help.”