He shifted to my other nipple, repeating his actions, driving me to the point of madness. Seconds later, he chuckled darkly then ripped the sweater over my shoulders, tossing the material and cupping my breasts, pinching both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Now, here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going into the kitchen where you’re going to find me several implements that I can punish you with. You’re going to place them on the counter for me before pouring us both a drink of your choice. After that, you’re going to find me rope or something else that I can use to tie your hands. Then you’re going to remove your jeans and panties before going to stand in the corner.”
“I…” Was he serious? I was mortified at the request, my heart now in my throat. He was going to tie me down? Was he kidding? I couldn’t even take a breath, my entire body shaking, my throat closing off.
Nodding, he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my lips. “Yes. That’s exactly what you’re going to do. I think you need to reflect on what could have occurred tonight. You’re going to wait for me. I won’t be long. Then I’m going to give you a long and very hard spanking. I think that is going to help you realize that you could have made better choices.”
“Okay.” I couldn’t believe I was agreeing with him, allowing myself to be treated like a misbehaving child. But in truth, I’d been reckless confronting the men, no matter that they’d shouted until I hadn’t been able to stand it any longer, finally going outside. What I hadn’t intended was for Zorro to follow me, but the pup had insisted and I’d almost gotten him seriously injured. Maybe I deserved the hard spanking.
“Go. Then we can enjoy an evening together.”
Mustang said the words in such a matter-of-fact manner that I almost felt like I was moving into a trance. He pinched my nipples again, forcing me to moan from the pain as well as the yearning that embroiled every inch of my body. I wanted this man with every ounce of my being. In truth, I wanted nothing more than to please him.
Swallowing hard, the moment he let me go, I almost fell forward. Catching myself, I felt stiff as I walked into the kitchen, turning on the light. When I looked back, he’d moved closer to the fire, warming his hands. Another shudder rippled through every muscle and tendon, the anxiety stealing my breath.
I was seriously contemplating following his commands. A nervous laugh pushed up from my throat, my mind reeling from the fact I couldn’t seem to ignore him. Was I out of my mind or simply falling hard for the rough and tumble man who refused to take no for an answer?
Every move I made seemed perfunctory, shifting toward the cabinet and pulling out two wineglasses. Tonight, I wanted red wine. Blood red. Maybe consuming a bottle of cabernet would remind me that life was precious. All life. After selecting a bottle and opening, I poured two glasses, placing them in a just-so position on the counter. Somehow, I found it difficult to move toward the two drawers that held the kind of implements I knew he was looking for.
Spanking utensils.
I found a spool of twine used for meat and held it in front of me, digging my nails into the cardboard. He was really going to tie me down? How? I placed the freaking twine near the glasses, resisting tossing the entire thing out the window.
The realization of what I was doing crowded into my foggy brain even as I opened both drawers at the same time, blinking several times in an effort to focus. I debated for a few seconds before selecting two wooden spoons, one heftier than the other, and one mean-looking plastic spatula. Even as I placed them just in front of the glasses of wine, I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Everything seemed so unreal, as if I’d been shoved into a different time and place.
Yet as I rearranged them not once but twice, finally standing back and giving a nod of approval, I realized that there had to be a part of me deep inside craving his firm hand. Was that possible?
Or maybe I cared far too much about an angry and volatile cowboy who reeked of testosterone and domination. Whatever the answer, I’d already unbuttoned