Cuffs - Cara Lockwood Page 0,37

him to. He bent down, and for a second she thought he’d kiss her, but he stopped just shy.

“Turn around,” he commanded. That damn voice. How could she resist the power in it? She turned. “Put your hands on the desk.”

She did, palms down against the cool wood. He cupped the curve of her butt from behind, squeezing it. A little moan escaped her.

“You’ve been a bad girl.” His voice, like molten lava. “Say it.”

“I’ve been a bad girl,” she managed, the words scratchy in her throat.

“You need to be punished.” His breath tickled her earlobe. His hot hand caressed her backside.

“Yes. Punish me.” Her voice was a croak. Need throttled her.

Then he swept his hand back and made contact with the heel of his hand. The sound of the smack was loud, the hit jarring her.

“Harder,” she whispered. Yes. Punish me. I need it.

He spanked her again, harder. And one more time. His hand. Big and strong, pain and pleasure melded into one, so that she couldn’t tell when one began and the other ended. He slapped her again, and she moaned. And then he cupped her once more, possessive. He pulled down her jeans, and she let him, along with her thong. He slapped her bare skin, and she groaned again. Yes. This was what she wanted.

Then he stopped, rubbing her hot skin, easing the contact. His hands slipped around then, to her slick center.

“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, surprised. Her legs were shaking as she stared at the wall behind her desk. Yes, she was. She’d never felt so white-hot in all her life. He kicked the office door closed behind them.

“What are you going to do about it?” Her voice low, a challenge.

“I’m going to give you what you deserve,” he promised.

CHAPTER NINE

GAEL SLIPPED HIS fingers inside Mags, and she gasped with want as he explored her slowly, finding her soft ridges, her G-spot, almost instantly. She groaned, her pelvis pushing against his fingers, desperate for more contact. He’d never felt a woman so wet before, never had a woman so willing. Then again, he’d never all-out spanked a woman before, either. So, firsts all around.

He still couldn’t believe he’d done it. He never thought of himself as a dominant type, but something about Mags brought it out in him. Hell, she’d asked for it. She’d told him, punish me. Well, what the lady wanted, she’d get.

She spread her legs wider, leaning into him and his fingers, moaning.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Give me what I deserve.”

Her meaning was unmistakable. First, she wanted him to spank her, and now she was daring him to fuck her. Right here in her office. His cock screamed for it anyway, and he felt his groan practically vibrating with hard need. It felt like he was going to burst through his own damn fly. He unzipped his pants and freed himself, much to his relief. This was what the woman did to him. He’d noticed a small box of condoms near her desk, condoms with her business logo on them, right next to a cup of pens and a stack of business cards. He’d have to ask about the business condoms later, but in the meantime he grabbed a neon-green one from the top of the stack and ripped it open. He began rolling it down his length, and then she turned as if to help him, lifting her hands from the desk.

“Uh-uh,” he said, hand on her lower back. “Keep your hands there. On the desk.”

Obediently, she pressed her palms against the table and arched her back in compliance. He got harder, if possible. Damn, this woman could do things to him no other woman could. He bounced the tip of his cock against the back of her thigh.

“You want this?” Even with all the role play, he had to be certain.

“Yes,” she cried, and he could hear the desire in her voice. The want drove him wild.

He entered her from behind. Pants still on, shirt lifted to his belly button. He almost came right there, right away, into her tight wetness. He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven right then. He thrust deeper, as she struggled to keep her hands on the desk. She clutched at the smooth surface, trying to maintain her balance. He grabbed her hips, possessive, keeping her steady. He thought about her sneaking out of the apartment, about the frown on her face when he’d entered her shop. He thrust again and again