Chapter 21
Twenty-One
By the time I make it to Lawson’s room, I’m hot and bothered.
A million questions race through my brain.
Should I wait on the bed?
Should I take off my clothes?
Will he change his mind in the next five minutes?
I swear to god if Lawson changes his mind, I’ll submit my resignation and move out of state. I can’t continue this back-and-forth game of cat and mouse. It reminds me of a movie I watched once where a girl drunk-dialed a man she interviewed after they shared an obvious connection.
Come here… no, stay away.
Story of my life lately.
I’m so lost in thought that I don’t even hear the door open.
As it clicks shut, I spin around, mouth open in surprise.
Lawson stands just inside the door, chest heaving like he ran up the stairs instead of using the elevator, hair disheveled as though he’s been running his hands through it.
Just the sight of him sets everything on fire all over again .
We stare at each other, the liquid pool between my legs igniting from the heat in his eyes. The hunger.
“You have ten seconds to change your mind about this, Lucy,” he warns.
Taking a step forward, he undoes the button on his suit jacket, removing it and flinging it onto an armchair.
“Why would I want to change my mind?” My voice is breathy. Hoarse. Needy. There’s no mistaking my feelings.
“Because you don’t understand what you’re getting into.
I’m not the same man I was.” His statement intrigues me.
With every step, he pops a button on his dress shirt, slipping his shoes off and kicking them to the side.
“There are many reasons I keep saying we can’t be together.
I feel so fucking feral when you’re in the same room as me, and I don’t want to scare you with my intensity. ”
Slipping out of my heels, I reach for the zipper on my dress, and a shiver runs through me at the low growl that emanates from Lawson’s chest as I slowly pull it down. “Have you thought that maybe, instead of frightening me, it would be exactly what I need? What I want .”
With his shirt fully unbuttoned, he removes his belt, and I can’t help the low whimper that escapes my throat at the promise of what the thick, dark brown leather will feel like against my skin.
He said he’d spank me. The mere thought of being completely naked and bared to him while he paints my skin pink has me so swollen with desire that the slightest movement of my underwear against my clit sends a jolt through my center.
Still, I voice my fears when he doesn’t answer me. “I’m afraid that if this happens, you will turn me away afterward. I don’t know if I can survive it again, Lawson. ”
His eyes soften for a fraction of a second, and he stops approaching. We’re at least ten steps away from each other now, the space between us filled with so much thick tension I can feel it licking across my skin in searing hot waves.
“I have fucking tried. So help me, God, I have tried not to want you. Tried not to think about you. I have told myself over and over again that this can’t happen. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t stay away from you. And I’m done trying to fight it. I’m so fucking done.”
It’s everything I’ve wanted to hear from him since that night in his office. I can hear that he means it this time. There will be no turmoil once the post-release bliss fades away.
I let the dress slide from my body, revealing the set of lingerie I wore for no one but me, but bought with him in mind. It’s all black lace and satin, and the bodice is strapped to the band of the matching thong.
Lawson’s eyes rove over my body as he removes his shirt, throat bobbing thickly as he takes me in. “I thought I told you I didn’t want to see you in black again?” His voice is so low and husky. So incredibly fucking sexy.
A smirk pulls at my lips, instinct taking over as I turn and lift a knee onto the mattress, slowly climbing on as I hold his heated gaze and arch my back, poised with my ass pushed out. “Are you going to punish me, Daddy ?”
“Little fucking brat,” he growls in an amused whisper.
The outline of his cock is large and straining against his pants, and he palms it to adjust himself as he closes the distance between us, belt in hand.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps as he positions himself behind me, collaring my neck to force my head up until I’m looking at him upside down. “You’re so beautiful, Lucy. I’m going to enjoy making a mess of this perfect image you painted for another man.”
I don’t correct him. Don’t explain that I had no intention of letting Richard see what was underneath my dress. Lawson dips his head to capture my mouth, ravishing me with hungry lips as his other hand reaches around to palm one of my breasts.
His thumb flicks over a hardened nipple, and our tongues caress for a few seconds before he abruptly lets me go and shoves me down to the mattress, grabbing my hips to lift my ass in the air.
“How many do you think you can take, rainbow?” His palms are warm as they massage my cheeks before spreading them apart to view the glistening mess between my thighs.
It’s dirty and depraved, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life. “I don’t know. I’ve never been spanked before.”
A low, dark chuckle sounds behind me. I can just imagine him staring at my pussy, and the image makes me squirm in his hold. Suddenly, something lands on the bed next to my head. His belt.
“Did you think I’d strike you with that the first time I get to taste your flesh?” A thumb dips between my legs to gather my wetness and smear it along my center.
Fire. Everything feels like it’s on fire as he kneads my skin roughly—his grip tightening with each pass.
Smack!
A keening wail thrums in my throat. It’s only a light slap against my left cheek, but it makes everything low in my belly tighten .
“I asked you a question, Lucy. I expect an answer.”
This time, when his palm meets my flesh, it’s sharper. More intentional. And he groans as I whine, “Yes.”
“Yes, what, rainbow? Yes, you thought I’d use the belt? Or yes, you want more?” There’s a tearing sound and a sharp tug as he rips my underwear off.
“More. Fuck, Lawson. Give me more.” I arch my back and push my ass up higher in the air.
“God, you’re perfect. So fucking needy and so fucking soaked, just waiting for me to drink you down.” Another smack against my ass, closer to my throbbing pussy. I widen my legs, shamelessly begging for my punishment.
I never in a million years thought calling him Daddy and begging to be spanked was what would get me going. How do people even find out they’re into this kind of stuff?
Lawson delivers one final slap—harsh and stinging—to my backside before spreading my cheeks and bending down to lick up my center.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, fisting the cloud-like duvet as I press my forehead to the bed. “Lawson.” I beg for his mouth. For his tongue. He strokes every part of me languidly, closing his lips around my clit, and sucking as he swallows everything I have to offer.
“You taste better than I imagined you would,” he murmurs against my wet flesh before devouring me again. “And I’ve thought about this so many times.”
My release coils tighter and tighter, winding me up so intensely that I writhe against his face and the bed, chasing my orgasm as he licks and nips and sucks, and eats me with a fervor I’ve never experienced before.
“Lawson! I’m gonna… fuck! I’m gonna?— ”
“Come for me, baby. Be a good girl and give Daddy what he wants. Make a mess for me, rainbow.”
His teeth graze my clit, and it’s my undoing. Like a dam breaking loose, a flood of warm wetness releases from my body into Lawson’s mouth. Crude, wet sounds join his moans as he eagerly laps at me like a cat with cream, cleaning every inch of my skin until I’m a boneless pile on the bed.
Low chuckling fills the air as he stands and flips me over, pulling my lingerie from my body. My ass is only a little sore from the spankings, but I have no doubt I’ll feel it worse later.
“What a good fucking girl you are. So wet and ready to take every single inch I give you, aren’t you?”
I don’t even know how it’s possible to still be this turned on after coming like that.
But watching Lawson take in my naked body as he removes his pants, his impressive length springing up between us, long and hard and shining with precum—knowing it’s about to be inside me—has my legs pressing together as a new wave of need washes over me.
“Oh no, rainbow. There’s no hiding this glorious pussy from me any longer. Spread those legs and show me what you’re about to give me.” He wraps a hand around himself, pumping once… twice… A hot flush scorches every inch of my skin as I do what he says.
“That’s it. Now tell me what you want.” He doesn’t remove his thunderous gray eyes from my glistening body, slowly pumping himself with such impressive, measured control.
“I want you,” I state shyly. I’ve never had a man stare so much. It’s enough to make a woman self-conscious .
“You can do better than that. Use your words.” He releases his cock to hoist my legs into the crook of his elbows, spreading me wide as he uses pure expertise to line himself up with my entrance without using his hands. “Tell me what you want, Lucy.”
During the times we have been intimate, Lawson has always made me feel like I’m the one with the power. Even though it seems like he’s the one in control, he’s always let that honor be mine.
I realize he’s asking me for permission, testing my limits to see if I’ll change my mind. Something else warm and satisfying blooms in my chest as I reach down to run a hand up his arm.
“I want you to fuck me, Lawson.”
His grip tightens, and his hips surge forward. One inch pulls a gasp from my lips, my back arching to accommodate his size. Two inches, and his gaze falls to where we’re joined—to where he’s stretching me and making me his.