Page 71 of Dance for Me
By the time he hit an even dozen, her feet were beginning to move in protest. To her credit, she hadn’t yet lifted them from the floor in defiance of his rules, but the last eight strokes might just test her control. Her fingernails were digging trenches in his calf, and her voice cracked on the twelfth blow.
Braun smoothed his hand over hot flesh. He wasn’t alarmed by the heat burning under his palm, or the flush of her skin transcending from pink blush to blooming red. There was no bruising; hell, there wasn’t even an imprint of his hand on her pretty butt. But her pussy...well, if ever there was an invitation to dive right in, it was her beautiful pussy, flowered open and gleaming wetly with arousal.
“How are you doing, little one?”
She sniffled, voice tight. “I don’t want to be a naughty girl anymore.”
He bent and kissed her between the shoulder blades. “You’re being a very good girl, Bodie. I’m proud of you. Eight more, then we’re done, but these are going to sting.”
“I might need some ice,” she mumbled.
“You might,” he agreed. “Last eight, Bodie. Strong voice if you please.”
Palm met flesh with enough force to make his hand smart and to wrench a yelp from his subbie. She bucked, almost reared upright, but he pinned her down with an arm across her lower back. She damn near spat the words at him this time through a sob.
By the sixteenth, she was openly crying, and Braun had her legs trapped between his and her wrists cuffed in his free hand at the base of her spine. She hadn’t sworn at him yet, which was a miracle in itself, and the phrase tumbled from her lips dutifully.
The last four were the hardest for both of them and not just in the force of his spanks. There were two handprints on her cheeks now, and the curves of her butt shimmered with the muted red of a good spanking.
Bodie cried as he crooned and told her how good she was, barely managing to stand upright as he eased her to unsteady feet. When he pulled her in to his arms, she planted her face in his neck and sobbed in a language he wasn’t sure any man could decipher. She crawled into him and all he could do was hold her until she calmed enough for her broken-hearted babbling to a simple repetition of, I’m sorry.
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She couldn’t stop the tears, couldn’t stop the words, couldn’t stop the freaking burn toasting her ass. She’d thought she was stronger than this, but evidently, that was a huge miscalculation. Thank God he hadn’t taken her up on the offer of fifty—she would be disgracing herself even more than she was now, probably begging for her sanity and the welfare of her butt.
Worse, she knew she’d earned this.
She was humiliated and sore, and in all likelihood wouldn’t sit down properly for a week without feeling Braun’s hand thwapping pain and pleasure deep into her core. She was aware of how wet and achy she’d become, and didn’t it serve her right that the only solution was Braun?
He’d be understandably angry she’d gleaned any form of enjoyment from what was supposed to be a punishment, but her body responded to him no matter what he did to it. To her.
She couldn’t apologize more than she already was.
“Ssssh, little one. Everything’s okay now. Everything’s forgiven. You did so well, I’m so proud.” His hands ran up and down her sweat-slicked back in comforting passes, and his nose nuzzled against her ear as tears dripped down his shoulder. “You’re such a good, clever girl, aren’t you?”
Honesty, she remembered, and shook her head.
“No? I’m pretty sure the slate's clean as a whistle, darlin'.”
Finally lifting her head, she met his eyes and almost choked on another stupid sob when she saw the compassion in his gaze. One way or another, she would learn how to lock these idiotic crying jags back in their hole. “I’m wet.”
Compassion morphed into consideration, then a slow and utterly sinful grin curved his mouth. The Irish in his voice thickened tenfold. “Are you now? Hmmm, best I check for myself.” He slipped a hand between her thighs and she grimaced the moment she knew he’d found the evidence of her crime on her thighs. Still, he ventured further until two thick fingers eased inside her tender core. “Well, now, someone’s more than wet, I see. Did my good girl like her spanking then?”
Terrified he’d do it all over again and she’d never get I’m sorry for being a naughty girl, Master off her tongue, Bodie shook her head frantically and damn near bit said tongue trying to apologize for the thousandth time.
“Shush now, little one. I’m trying to decide whether I should have my wicked way with this pussy or try my luck with that untouched ass.” Goddamn him, that accent was an aphrodisiac in itself. “Would be cruel, I think, to take your ass without stretching you a bit first. Pussy it is.”
Her heart and stomach collided somewhere in her feet as he picked her up by the hips, rose, and tossed her on her back over the mattress. He growled playfully, leaning over her to nip at her flat belly. “Did you think you were in bother, little one, for nature working her magic? Don’t ever apologize for being aroused by something, even if it’s punishment.”
“I’m not supposed to—”
“You’re human like the rest of us, Bodie. Your body works the same way as every other mortal on the planet. It’ll tell you what it likes and what it doesn’t, and this pretty pussy doesn’t lie when it says it likes spanking. It just means I have to be creative and find an alternative method of reprimanding you when needs be.”
The length of him stretched out over her as he reached for another foiled package, and she arched into him instinctively as it ripped open. A crazed giggle erupted from her unbidden, and Braun’s dark chuckle followed swiftly on its heels.
Her hand reached down, grasped the hard length of him for the first time, wrenching a fierce groan from somewhere deep inside him. He was hotter than she expected, the shaft thick and rigid in her hold. But the skin covering him was velvety soft and moved fluidly with the pump of her fingers, exposing a fat, round crown.
She traced a plump vein down the underside, felt his pulse throb steadily under her fingers, and had an Oh shit moment she hadn’t experienced that morning in their pre-dawn encounter.