do whatever they wanted. Away from prying eyes and the paltriness of the campaign. Where nothing else mattered but them.
“That one was a warmup.” He tugged on her hair. “To make sure you were ready.”
He wasn’t starting off easy. Usually he worked up to the really rough stuff. She mumbled an obscenity into the pillow.
“That is no way for a lady to behave,” Jack said. “I think you might need fifteen instead of twelve.”
He counted each one aloud until he got to fifteen. He had his fingers wrapped in her hair, keeping her neck steady. Caroline knew that if she moved too much he’d pull her head back again. She was expected to take her sweet punishment and stay as still as possible. Jack brought his other hand down harder and harder with each blow, giving her a few seconds in between to feel the pleasurable warmth that inevitably came after the pain.
Caroline’s backside was burning. He caressed her gently again. Her bottom was now incredibly sensitive, and she still wanted more. She arched her back, rising up toward his hand, whimpering as he tugged at her hair.
“Fifteen wasn’t enough?” he asked, surprised.
“Maybe it was twenty. I talked to almost every man downstairs under the age of forty.”
Jack laughed and released her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “You’re still in no position to demand anything. I think you might have had enough anyway.” He gave her bottom one final gentle pat. “Undress me,” he directed.
Caroline looked down at the pillow, no longer pure white. She’d shed a few tears as he spanked her. She likely looked a mess, her makeup ruined and mascara running. Such a disheveled appearance always drove Jack wild, so she didn’t bother doing anything to hide it. She stood up and smoothed her dress back down, wincing as the material fell over her reddened backside. He was right. Fifteen was more than enough, maybe too much.
Jack got up off the bed, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, raking his hands down the back of her dress. He patted her ass affectionately. Appreciatively. “Okay?” he whispered, checking in again.
Caroline managed a shaky smile. She smarted something fierce. “Okay,” she whispered back.
“You know what to do,” he said.
She undressed him slowly, tugging at his tie with her teeth, pulling down his suspenders, intentionally leaving lipstick marks on his collar as she worked her way down his body. When she removed his pants and got to his boxers she nuzzled his cock through the silk material and looked up at him. Caroline was not to go down on Jack when they played their power games because he lost his focus too easily. She also suspected it was partly because Jack didn’t want her to feel degraded. A position with which she fervently disagreed, but he had never budged on the issue. Maybe all her attempts to broaden his thinking had produced a positive effect, even if it was one she didn’t particularly care for. But she wasn’t sure she could get through the night without doing it.
Jack saw the look in her eyes. “Caroline, don’t,” he warned.
She ignored him, even though calling out her name was his signal for her to slow down. She pulled down his boxers and took him in her mouth.
“Fuck.” He let his hand drift to the back of her head, leaving it there for a moment before grabbing a fistful of her hair. Caroline grinned. A sensible man never turned down the opportunity to let a woman suck him off, and Jack was no exception. “You know you’re not supposed to do that.”
His response to her performance was so impassioned that it was hard to make her grin relax. She knew he could feel her teeth against his cock.
“I mean it.” Jack swallowed a moan. “Don’t disobey me. You’ll only make it worse on yourself.” He pulled at her hair again. “Naughty, naughty girl.”
Caroline looked up at him again, and the dangerous fire in his eyes distracted her enough that she pulled back a little. Oh, she would pay for that one. Jack yanked her to her feet.
“I told you not to do that,” he scolded. “You know the rules.” He pushed her away from him and kicked off his boxers. He gazed over at her with lust, then took a step back toward the bed. “Shoes off. Garters and bra stay on.”
Caroline stepped out of her shoes and walked toward him, her knees shaking slightly. She knew better than to