Chapter 12 #2
Boone chuckled. She’d already admitted figuring out her turn-ons through fiction.
“I’m not that kind of guy. I don’t wear leather or wield whips and chains, and I’m not going to make you call me sir or master or any of that shit.
Nothing we do is going to be a game. It’s just you and me here, Boone and Mila.
If you don’t like what I’m doing, you say stop and I will. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“And I mean it, Mila. Don’t let me continue doing things that hurt or make you uncomfortable just because you think I want it. All I ever want is to bring you pleasure. Got it?”
“Yes,” she said again. Before adding, “God, you are so hot.”
He chuckled. “I appreciate the compliment, but that’s not going to make me go easy on the punishment. You scared the shit out of me yesterday when I turned that corner and found you walking alone in the middle of the road in that hellish weather. I could have run you over.”
Just saying those words made his blood run cold. He could have seriously hurt her…or worse.
“I’m not going to repeat myself,” Boone said, glancing toward the couch when she remained where she was.
Mila started moving again, walking over to the couch, waiting patiently for him.
Boone followed at a slower pace, wanting to give her a second to consider what he was about to do. He’d never put a woman over his knee in his life, never realized how much he wanted to until her.
Sure, he’d swatted his lovers’ asses in the heat of the moment, but those were more playful taps than a true spanking.
She’d accused him last night of not taking her desires seriously due to her inexperience. He hated to admit that was exactly what he’d done. The irony was…here was Mila, exposing him to a new and previously unexplored kink.
She watched as he walked toward her, her cheeks flushed with obvious excitement.
Sitting on the couch, he spread his thighs, patting one. “Put yourself over my leg.”
Mila dropped down so quickly, he had to stop himself from laughing. Several times during the night, he’d felt her tighten her hold on him, obviously worried he’d pull away. Wild horses couldn’t pull him away from her at this point.
She rested one of her elbows on the couch, holding herself in a plank, but that wasn’t how this was going to go. He’d spent the better part of the morning lying in bed, watching her sleep, playing out this scenario, and praying she’d agree to it.
He wanted her to feel just how much she was in his control, so he pushed on the nape of her neck.
“All the way down,” he demanded. “You can hold on to my leg or place your hands flat on the floor, but the only thing that should be in the air right now is this gorgeous ass of yours.”
Mila followed his instructions, gripping the leg of his lounge pants.
He hadn’t bothered with a shirt this morning, merely tugging on the comfortable pants.
He was amused when he considered that the two of them were basically sharing one outfit at the moment, her in the shirt and socks, him in the pants.
Boone pushed the T-shirt up, baring her ass. He took a moment to admire it because damn if his girl wasn’t built for sin. Curvy in all the right places.
She jerked slightly, then shivered when he ran his fingers lightly over the soft skin, circling the small bruises from where she’d fallen in the parking lot.
He’d take care not to hit those areas, and he sure as shit didn’t plan to spank her hard enough to add any other color to her ass but a bit of pink.
“Tell me why I’m punishing you.”
She peered over her shoulder, but he shook his head.
“Eyes down, Mila.”
She complied. “I put myself in a dangerous situation.”
“That’s right. You did.” He punctuated his words with a stinging slap to her right ass cheek.
“Ow!” Mila cried out. One hand flew back as if to cover her ass.
“Hands down,” he demanded loudly.
The hand hovered midair for a second or two before dropping back to his leg.
Perfect.
Boone spanked her left cheek, alternating back and forth, even adding a few smacks to her upper thighs. He didn’t stop in between. He’d told Mila how to stop this if she didn’t like it, and he trusted her to do so.
Not that trust was necessary. Given the way she gasped and squirmed, anticipating his smacks and shifting her hips to meet them, he’d say Mila had hit the nail right on the head as far as this particular desire.
Her panting breaths and soft mewls were going to be his undoing. Once her ass was pink and hot to the touch, he stopped, cupping one of her cheeks and squeezing it, loving the way she groaned.
Dragging his fingers along her slit, Boone grinned when they came away slippery as an eel.
“This was supposed to be a punishment,” he said, even though that wasn’t true.
Boone could have simply told her to get over his lap and called this spanking foreplay, but he needed it to accomplish more than just giving them a chance to explore a kink.
Mila was a people pleaser, that trait so deeply ingrained in her that it would seriously bother her to disappoint someone.
He hadn’t underplayed his terror of nearly hitting her with his truck yesterday.
So he needed her to know, to understand just how serious he was about her taking risks with her own safety.
“What are you going to do the next time something feels dangerous?”
“Boone,” she started, his name more breath than sound.
He gave her another smack, this one harder than the ones before. “What are you going to do?”
“Call you,” she gasped. “Call you for help.”
He caressed her ass softly. “Good girl.”
Mila trembled, unable to mask the impact those words had on her. Hell, it was hard for him to hide how much they shook him to the core too.
Bending forward, he wrapped his arm around her, tugging her until she was sitting in his lap. She narrowed her eyes when he grinned at her wince. He didn’t spank her as hard as he could have, and he doubted the sting and color would last more than an hour.
“Punishment, remember?” he reminded her.
Mila nodded.
“You okay?”
Mila took a moment and considered his question. Boone’s gut clenched at the thought that perhaps he’d gone further than she wanted, and she hadn’t spoken up.
“It hurt,” she confessed. “But I liked it. I always sort of thought that part of the romance books was fiction. But it stung and my ass feels like it’s on fire, but I’m also so horny I can’t see straight.”
Boone couldn’t help it. He laughed because she was too fucking adorable. Then he gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I could probably take care of that. Want to crawl back into bed with me?”
Mila was off his lap so quickly, she almost clipped his chin with her shoulder. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Boone rose as well, amused by the way she raced into his room and dove into bed.
He followed, stripping off his pants when he reached her. Mila was sitting, tugging off the socks, then ripping the shirt over her head. She climbed beneath the duvet before flinging the covers on his side back and patting the mattress.
As good as she looked in his shirt, she looked even better naked and in his bed. Mila’s gaze was locked on his erection. She licked her lips. For a second, he considered letting her finish that blowjob she’d started last night, but this thing between them was too new and too uncertain.
Boone didn’t want to come anywhere except inside her.
Once again, he was shaken by the thought of getting Mila pregnant. Jesus. Breeding kinks weren’t his thing, but again…Mila was provoking all kinds of unfamiliar needs in him.
He drew in a sharp breath when she crawled across the bed on her knees, reaching out and taking his dick in her hand. She was a quick study, because damn if she didn’t find the perfect grip and pace right out of the gate.
He let her jerk him for nearly a minute before grasping her wrist and tugging it away. “Lie down. Middle of the bed. Spread those sexy legs for me.”
Mila’s eyelids were heavy as she assumed the position he demanded.
“Put your hands up, lay them flat on the pillow, by your head. One of these times, I’m going to tie you up, but I don’t have the patience to look for something to bind you with right now.”
Mila lifted her hands in surrender, her nipples erect, her breathing shallow.
“Would you like that?” he asked, holding his breath. Boone was a little too fond of bondage. He’d owned all sorts of stuff when he was with Lena—handcuffs, straps, even a spreader bar—but all of that had gone to the dump after she left.
“So much,” Mila whispered.
“Soon,” Boone promised, as he climbed between her outstretched legs.
Running his fingers through her slit, he pressed on her clit, circling it until she was writhing beneath him, her skin flushed with need.
She was still turned on from the spanking, so it didn’t take long before she was begging him to take her.
Boone made a silent vow to himself that he’d slow things down after this, that he would draw out the foreplay, build the anticipation.
Maybe.
Placing the head of his dick at her opening, he thrust in, driving straight to the hilt. There was a sleeve of condoms in his nightstand drawer, only a few feet away, but now that he’d been inside her without one, he couldn’t go back to using them.
Mila’s back arched, her inner muscles pulsing around him. God, she was already close. Too close.
Her eyes drifted shut and her hands rose, looping around his neck. Boone grasped them, pressing them to the pillow, a silent reminder that she wasn’t obeying.
Her gaze rose to his. Her pupils were blown, her pussy soaking wet. She liked being held down, liked that he was physically restraining her.
Keeping hold of her wrists, he started to fuck her in earnest, pounding in and out of her with more force than he should use with someone so inexperienced. But slowing down wasn’t an option when she wrapped her ankles around his waist, tilted her hips, and cried out his name loudly.