Chapter 28 #2
Maybe because it was easier than thinking about what she was doing.
Which was putting herself over a man’s lap.
Not just any man.
Mason.
She’d literally fantasized about this.
The heat of his body was warm under her stomach and against her side. She could feel the hardness of his muscled thighs and… was that…
Well.
His thighs weren’t the only thing that was hard.
Heat bloomed inside her, but the proof that Mason was also aroused actually made her feel less awkward.
She wriggled slightly against him, partly to get more comfortable, but also partly because she wanted to feel his erection pressing against her side.
It felt like a big erection. Not that she knew how to judge, but bulges were bulges, right?
Mason chuckled, and Audrey stiffened as she felt the hem of her skirt being flipped up, cooler air wafting over the backs of her thighs.
She knew she was soaking wet, but hopefully he couldn’t tell with the lacy black panties she was wearing.
They were cheekies, so they didn’t give her bottom full coverage, but they covered a lot more than a thong.
“Very cute,” he commented, tracing his finger along the edge of the lace.
“Thank you?”
This wasn’t sexual.
It might feel sexual because he was tracing the skin of her bottom, but they’d agreed it wasn’t sexual.
If it was someone else, other than Mason, it probably wouldn’t feel so sexual.
She stared down at her colorfully dotted carpet, her fingers pressing into the soft fibers, trying to convince herself that this wasn’t sexual and that her body wasn’t humming with arousal, and it was all fine.
Totally fine. Nothing anyone could be upset with her about.
“You’re welcome. Ready?” His hand lifted, and Audrey nodded.
The first swat was a sharp sting that made her insides clench as she gasped in surprise at the sensation. It didn’t really hurt, but it did at the same time. His hand lifted again and came down on the same spot on the opposite cheek, so she had a matching set of stinging spots.
Again, it hurt… but…
It felt good, too.
Audrey whimpered, unable to keep from wriggling as she pressed her thighs together. The throbbing sensation between them was impossible to ignore.
His hand came down again.
“Oh!”
“Still doing good?” he paused, rubbing the spot that he’d just spanked, and Audrey nearly melted on the spot.
“Yes!” She didn’t want him to stop.
“Okay, then.” He shifted her on his lap to hold her more securely, his arm resting across her back and his hand curling over her hip. “Remember to say ‘yellow’ to ‘slow down’ or ‘red’ to stop completely. I’m going to turn this pretty little bottom pink.”
Audrey bit her lip against telling him that her bottom wasn’t all that little. She’d read enough BDSM romances at this point to know that would not go well for her. This was supposed to be a fun demonstration, not a punishment. Besides, he thought her bottom was pretty. Who was she to argue?
His hand came down again, a stinging swat that made her want to writhe against him. Her clit was begging to be touched, and the pressure she was able to put on it as his hand began to pepper her backside with swift, crisp swats wasn’t nearly enough to give her the relief her body was craving.
Shuddering, moaning, gasping, Audrey’s arousal climbed higher and higher every time his hand came down to smack against her bottom.
The thin fabric of her panties wasn’t any kind of protection at all.
She could feel the heat growing on the surface of her skin but also in her core as desire coiled in an ever-tighter grip around her.
Was his hand coming down harder?
Were the swats coming faster?
She couldn’t tell.
Her body moved, undulating, rubbing her mound against his thigh, and she heard him mutter a curse under his breath.
Suddenly, she found herself hauled up onto his lap, her burning bottom against his hard thighs. She was breathing faster than normal, and it felt like her whole body was tingling as she stared into his dark eyes. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
The moment hung, suspended… delicate.
A critical juncture. Just like when she’d walked down the hallway to the coat closet to confront Cash.
There were two choices.
Get up now or…
Audrey leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
For a moment, it was like kissing stone, and she almost pulled away as quickly as she’d pressed forward, but suddenly, he came to life beneath her like Pygmalion’s statue, kissing her back with a fiery intensity that took her breath away.
Or maybe it was the way he flipped her onto her back so fast, she barely registered the motion before she was on the couch with him between her thighs.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, her inner thighs sliding against his legs, Audrey arched her back, feeling his erection rocking against her and grinding her clit against him.
Pure pleasure shot through her, the heat pulsing from her bottom adding to the growing ecstasy as he moved against her, the friction sending her senses soaring higher.
It was the most passionate moment of her life, and they hadn’t even taken their clothes off yet.