Chapter 13
Kelsey
Damn him. Why am I so susceptible to his every move? He gets under my skin no matter what he does.
When he stares at me, my panties get wet.
When he bosses me around, my panties get wet.
When he spanks me, whispers in my ear, barks orders, pulls my hair, steps into my space, or simply exists…
my panties get wet. The man is a tornado in my life.
He’s controlling me, and I both hate it and love it in equal measure.
My frustration is with myself. I’m scared to let myself feel. I’m afraid to trust anything about whatever this is. My heart is on the line. With every passing day, I’m falling harder for Hendrix. Even the times when he makes me want to punch a hole in the wall, I’m still slipping under his thumb.
Sparring with him only makes me want him more. Madness.
He’s unflappable. I challenge him, and he smiles at me.
I sit quietly with my hands tucked under my thighs as he drives us to his house. My mind is racing. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should ask around and see if anyone I know has a spare room to rent until I find a better option.
The problem with that is I don’t have anyone to ask.
I had a strong group of friends in college, but everyone except Maddie moved out of the area after graduation.
Obviously, I can’t ask Maddie if I can stay with her and Myles.
For one thing, they’re on their honeymoon.
For another thing, they just got married. They don’t need a house guest.
I’ve wracked my brain to think of any acquaintances who might have stayed in Seattle, but I haven’t come up with any viable options. And here I am. Moving in with my boss.
Pursing my lips, I turn to look out the window as he pulls into his wealthy neighborhood and eventually up to his fancy house.
I’m not really bothered by his money. I was raised upper-middle class in South Carolina, where my parents still live.
I didn’t want for anything growing up, and they paid for my college tuition.
They have a nice home, nice cars, and nice vacations. I’m not new to money.
Part of me wonders if it might be helpful to call them.
After all, when they met, my mother was younger than I am.
She was eighteen at the time. He was thirty-eight, more than twice her age.
They’ve always joked that he swept her off her feet like it’s no big deal.
If that’s the case, they surely can’t judge me for following in their footsteps.
In addition to the fact that my mother was so young, she got pregnant with me within weeks of meeting my father, and they got married soon after that. It was a whirlwind, and it worked out for them.
I’ve never seen my parents so much as raise their voices at one another. They adore each other. My mother still sits on my father’s lap at times. They hold hands. They have always kissed in front of me. He snaps her with a dish towel, pinches her ass, threatens to take her over his knees.
I shudder. Does my father spank my mother?
I’ve never thought about that before because eww gross.
No one wants to think about their parents in intimate situations.
How on Earth have I never considered that they might have some sort of dynamic in their relationship?
I always figured he was kidding when he said he would spank her.
I simply rolled my eyes, covered my ears, and left the room.
Shit. Maybe he does spank her. I don’t want to picture that, so I shake it out of my head.
Perhaps my mother could give me advice. It’s not that I’m afraid of her lecturing me. I could just as easily ask my father. I’m close to both of them. One of them checks in with me if I go a few days without calling.
That’s not the problem. My concern is that I don’t want to mention something this monumental without being certain it’s sustainable.
I never share the details about the men I’m dating with my parents.
It seems ludicrous to tell them until I find someone I intend to keep, and that’s never happened.
If I were to talk to them about guys, they would ask me about my flavor of the week every day.
It’s easier to keep my dating life private.
I’m a chicken. It’s too soon. Hendrix has been in town just over a week. Yes, I’ve spent a lot of time with him, but I need longer. I don’t trust this to last. What does he see in me? How long will he stay interested? Has he done this sort of thing before?
He pulls into the garage and turns off the SUV. Without a word, he rounds to my side. It’s not that I wait for him to do so, it’s that I’m frozen. Even after opening my door, he still has to reach over and unbuckle my seatbelt.
“Come, Kels.” He takes my hand and encourages me to hop out of the SUV.
As soon as I’m on my feet, he pins me to the rear passenger door and bends to kiss my neck.
The man hovers in my space as often as he can.
Even at work. He did so all day today. Every time he came into my office, he leaned over me, touching me in six different places.
When I went to his desk, he refused to engage until I moved around to his side, at which point he tugged me close and made sure his thigh, arm, and hand made contact.
His warm breath hits my ear. “Breathe, baby,” he whispers.
I inhale slowly but shove him back. “You’re using all the air.”
He chuckles. “Can we share?”
“No.” I glare at him, feeling like I need some answers. “Have you ever done this before?”
“Done what, Kels?” He holds up a hand, stopping me from responding.
“Wait, let me answer that question, no matter what you mean. Have I ever moved a woman into my house? No. Have I ever dated anyone significantly younger than me? No. Have I ever brought a woman home with me in twenty-one years? No. Have I ever felt like this with anyone? No. Did I come anywhere close to this heart-stopping sensation with Maddie’s mom? No.”
I stopped breathing several sentences ago. That’s a lot of information. He’s right. He answered any question I might have had.
Hendrix cups my face sweetly and kisses me gently. “Okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
He turns me toward the entrance to the kitchen. “Go inside. I’ll grab your things.”
I wander into his home. I’ve obviously been here before. Both Friday and Saturday night. I didn’t explore much at the time because we were busy. I’m familiar with the pantry, though…
I don’t know what draws me toward it, but I find myself magnetically pulled in that direction. I set my purse on the island and open the pantry door before stepping inside. I don’t even turn on the lights. I just stand in the space, close my eyes, and get transported back to Saturday.
My hands come to my neck as I picture Hendrix dominating me in this small enclosure. I’m bent at the waist, wearing almost the same thing I’m wearing now. Leggings, a bra, and a tank top.
In my mind, he’s holding me in place with a hand on my back. My mouth goes dry when he palms my naked bottom, and I gasp at the memory of him spanking me hard and fast before his hand slides between my legs, his fingers thrusting into me, my orgasm making my knees buckle.
Everything that happens with Hendrix is hot. He’s full of surprises. It’s hard to keep up with him. One minute, he’s across a room, the next, his hand is in my pussy.
My face heats. The man spanked me hard this morning, but it wasn’t enough. He made me masturbate while he watched. That also wasn’t enough. No matter what he does to me, I’m left wanting more.
His hands suddenly land on my shoulders, and I flinch. He flattens his front to my back and wraps his arms around me, holding tightly. His lips are on my ear again. “Took me a few seconds to find you. When I saw the pantry door open, I knew.”
My pussy tingles from his proximity and the memories. It’s not like I’m conjuring up something that happened a year ago. It’s been two days. Seems like a lifetime. We hadn’t had sex when he dominated me in this pantry.
“Maybe I should make some changes in here. Perhaps lower one of the shelves so it’s at the perfect height for you to lean on when I bend you over. I could tape a few spots on the floor where I expect you to put your bare feet. Hmm?”
Panting, all I can think about is him spanking me in here again. I crave it. It’s silly, but this room is our spot now. A sneaky location where he can swat me without anyone knowing. I wonder how soundproof it is.
Hendrix releases me and reaches over to turn on the light. “Take off your clothes, Kels.”
My breath hitches as I twist to look at him, but he’s walking away.
I’m staring at his back. He’s striding away with a purpose.
What the hell is he going to do? He’s always full of surprises.
I suspect whatever he’s got in mind will rival every other time.
Shocker. Why did I come into this tiny room?
He’s back in seconds. I haven’t moved.
“Such a naughty girl. Were my instructions unclear?”
I jump in my spot, recalling his last words. I haven’t even processed his order, let alone acted on it.
He’s holding a roll of masking tape, and he stares at me with one brow lifted.
I jolt into action. If there’s one thing I don’t mind, it’s being naked in front of this bossy man.
After tugging my tank top over my head, I remove my sports bra, kick off my shoes, and shrug out of my leggings.
Completely naked, goosebumps rise across my body as he stares at me. “Turn around, baby.”
I do as I’m told, facing away from him, aware of him squatting behind me. I’m smarter now. When his hand comes to my hip, I know he’s inspecting his marks from this morning, checking to see how pink I am.
I’m certain there are no leftover remnants of this morning’s antics.
“Hmm. I don’t think I spanked you hard enough earlier…”
Swaying, I purse my lips. I want to respond, but I should not.
“You like your impact play marks to last, don’t you, Kels?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.