Sadie's Little Christmas - Maren Smith Page 0,6

all right. Look at me now.”

She was staring right at him, but all she kept hearing was the spanking—the sharp rise and fall, the shrill sobs and bawling pleas, her own racing heartbeat filling up her ears as the longing in her pussy fluttered and clenched at each crisp smack. It was like four nights ago all over again. Her body was responding against her will, and she was helpless to stop the flush of arousal wending its way into her.

Derek was looking right at her, and without a doubt, Sadie knew he knew how shameful she was. He knew she was turned on, just like she’d been at the club when she’d been so unbearably turned on during her own rape and assault, she hadn’t even known it was happening.

She flinched back a step. She couldn’t stay here. Snapping around on her heel, she bolted… or would have if Derek hadn’t grabbed her arm. She turned on him, punching at his arm and shoving at his chest.

“Let go!”

He did, but only long enough to sling his arm around her waist, picking her up off the floor to cart her into the empty ‘classroom’ across the hall. This one had an armoire, too. Sadie took one look at it, and her bottom tensed so hard, she felt the echoes of that spasm shivering all the way through her sex to her womb.

She almost cracked his chin with her head when she bucked to break free. Derek shut the door but didn’t put her down, not until he’d wrestled her into the nearest corner. The moment he dropped her to her feet, she tried to run, but using his own tall, broad body, he pinned her to the joining of the walls.

“Take a breath,” he ordered, so unbelievably and unbearably calm, she actually did. “Good girl, one more. Breathe in.”

His chest at her back was so thick and his arms so tight around her, holding her securely pinned within the confines of the corner, she couldn’t move, not even enough to wiggling around so she could face him instead of the wall. To be honest, she wasn’t sure she wanted to move. How messed up was she to be this turned on, this panicked, yet still have enough presence of mind to actually like being held this way?

By him, a man she had only just met and who had only agreed to take her in as a favor for a friend.

“Breathe,” Derek commanded.

Shame burned her. Her ears couldn’t hear the spanking anymore, but the sound still echoed in her head. More than that, it echoed in her veins, pulsing and throbbing in that slow, intoxicating rhythm she couldn’t begin to ignore. The beat was in her clit, in the diamond-hard tips of her breasts, scraping within the cups of her bra with each ragged breath she obediently sucked into her each time he told her to.

“Let it out now,” he guided. “Good girl. It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t. Nothing about her was okay. If he knew how bad she was, he never would have let her come here.

She covered her mouth, first with one hand, then with both. As if this were all a dream she could just wake up from, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She quickly shook her head.

“Let me rephrase that,” Derek said grimly. “Do you want to talk to me about this, or would you like me to find someone else for you to talk to?”

“She can talk to me,” a soft woman’s voice stated from the doorway.

Stiffening, the only part of her Sadie could move was her head, and even then, she had to crane her neck to see past Derek. What she spotted was enough to send her stomach crashing all the way down through her to the floor.

Dear Nanny J was standing in the classroom doorway, not as tall as Derek, but every bit as imposing, looking right at her.

Chapter 2

Sitting in the hallway just outside the classroom, Derek listened to the soft exchange of voices on the other side of the door, lost in uncomfortable thought. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone, much less a submissive under his care, had made him feel this way, but there was no doubt about it. Sadie, that tiny slip of a brunette who’d stared up at him from behind carefully shuttered gray eyes, made him nervous.

He tried to pin down exactly what it was about her that made him uncomfortable.