Page 26 of Coerced Kiss
“Of course I’ll let them know you came down with a bug. Poor darling. What kind of boyfriend will I be if I don’t let your employer know you’re incapacitated?”
Her nostrils flare. “You’re a … a monster.”
I utter a soft laugh. “We already established that. Can we move on to your decision now? I have a flight to catch.”
I don’t miss the hope that washes over her expression at the knowledge that I’ll be away for an undefined period of time.
“Anya.” I raise an eyebrow. “I’m waiting.”
She strains in my hold. “It won’t happen again. I won’t forget. I promise.”
“Sorry,tesoro. Actions have consequences. The sooner you learn this lesson, the better it’ll be for you. As it’s your first offense, I’ll only use my hand. Think of it like this—I could’ve opted for a paddle. A hairbrush works beautifully for that purpose.”
She glowers at me. “You seem well educated on the matter. Do you have a fetish for hitting women?”
“Not like you think.” I chuckle. “I’ll share a secret with you. You’re my first.”
She opens her mouth, but her gasp is silent.
I don’t give her time to ponder that fact. “Decide. I’m waiting.”
Clenching her jaw, she bunches the hem of her skirt in her fists. The act is an answer in itself, but that won’t do.
“Use your words,tesoro. Do you want a spanking or to be my prisoner?”
“Spanking,” she says through gritted teeth, cutting me into pieces with her gaze.
I click my tongue. “What was that? I’m not sure I heard right.”
“Spanking,” she spits out with a little more volume.
“Answer in full sentences, please. Do you want a spanking?”
“Yes,” she cries out with a frustrated huff. “I want a spanking.”
“Thank you,” I say, rewarding her by rubbing circles over her back. “You can go ahead now. Pull up your dress.”
She reluctantly lifts her skirt, her cheeks flaming as she exposes a pair of cute blue cotton panties with polka dots. I enjoy her discomfort, perhaps a little too much, and as if sensing it, she turns her face to the front and hides her expression from me.
That’s all right. The task that awaits demands all my attention. Anticipation builds in my gut. I imagine her naked and bound, kneeling at the foot-end of my bed, ready for my punishment, and the image nearly makes me come here and now. Who could’ve guessed I had such deprived cravings? Maybe it’s easier to let my imagination go wild with her. Unlike in relationships, I don’t have to care about her disapproval or herdesires. I can do anything I like with her, and what she thinks about me doesn’t matter.
I take in the roundness of her ass and the creamy thighs she presses together. She has gorgeous legs. Her back is a sculptor’s wet dream.
“Higher,” I order.
Ever so slowly, she pulls her dress up an inch.
“Higher.”
Another inch.
“Keep on going,” I say. “I’ll tell you when to stop.”
She pauses for a second before baring her lower back.
When she reaches her waist, I tell her, “There. Hold your dress up and keep your hands where they are, or I’ll add five lashes.”
She shifts her weight, brushing her globes over my groin. I swallow a groan. What she does to me, this slip of a woman, without even trying.