Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
The rain has slowed to little more than occasional spats. And I know he hears it, too, when his body grows taut. Within another minute, it’s stopped altogether.
“Did the rain stop?” I ask him, not sure if I trust my own ears. Always afraid I’m going mad somehow.
He smiles grimly. “Sounds like it.”
He knows I want to run out of here, tear through the woods and get to our water supply now. It takes effort to stay right where I am and not bolt, and it’s my stubbornness that prevails this time. I know he expects it, so I won’t be that predictable.
Running the tip of his index finger down my cheek, he smiles at me. “You’re ready to fly, aren’t you?”
I shake my head. “Nah. I’m good. Only been waiting like half an eternity to get down there, but why don’t we cuddle a little more?”
He grins and gets the predatory look in his eyes I’ve come to heed.
“I should spank some sense in you proactively,” he muses.
“Um. What?” I ask, getting turned on in spite of myself and my desire to get out of here.
He sits up, dragging me along his chest.
“I should proactively spank you,” he repeats, and before I can respond, he’s positioning me straight over his lap.
“Excuse me, sir,” I say, mustering up as much indignation as I can under the circumstances, because he’s already resting his huge hand on my ass, and it’s turning me on. Plus, hello, the rain stopped. This isn’t a time to be getting all handsy.
“Yes?” he says casually, tracing the curve of my ass with his finger, making heat pool in my belly and my core contract with need. He knows how he affects me, goddamnit.
“What exactly have I done to earn this position?”
“Besides be fucking illegally beautiful?”
“Oh no, you don’t, no getting out of this with blatant flirtation. Ow!”
I yelp when he crashes his palm on my ass.
“Like I told you,” he says calmly, soothing the sting with his warm, heavy palm. “I’m considering this a proactive spanking.”
“Considering? I seem to be already strewn over your lap,” I protest, kicking my feet, which only earns me another good slap. “Hey!”
“Hey yourself,” he says casually, his huge hand resting on the fullest part of my ass. “I know you want to run down to the water source. You want to tear all over the place looking for the camera. And if you find it, you’ll be out of your mind ecstatic, and not gonna lie, I will, too. But if you don’t find it, you’ll be heartbroken. And I don’t want you getting your hopes up too high. We’ve been here a very long time. We may not find the camera. Today might not be the day.”
Something catches in my throat. He knows me so damn well. And there’s something about the sting of his palm that brings me into focus.
“Okay, okay,” I say, trying to push myself off his lap. “But I think we should go now, before it starts raining again—ow!”
He spanks me again, harder this time.
“Yeah, you’re getting a proactive spanking.”
My pulse spikes, because when he makes up his mind, there’s no turning back.
“Hey, wait,” I say, trying to push myself off his lap, but now he’s holding me down in earnest, and I can tell he’s gearing up to give me a good spanking. “What does that even mean? What the hell is a proactive spanking?”
You ogre, I finish petulantly in my head, not foolish enough to say it out loud when I’m in such a vulnerable position.
“It means I want to settle that beautiful head of yours before you go rushing off into the woods,” he says, bringing his palm down again, and again, building a burn I feel straight to my core. “It means after you’re freshly spanked, you’re calmer and more centered, and I think now’s a very good time for that.”
“I’m turned on, not calmed, you crazy—”
Thwack. He spanks me harder. I close my mouth, unable to speak because I’m so damn turned on. I’m going to come right here, right over his lap, and I’m frustrated at myself for letting him do this to me when I’ve got shit to do. Conditioning is a real thing, though, and I’ve come over his lap so many times my body responds instinctively.
“Cy,” I squeak out in between yelps. My clit pulses, my heartbeat races, as he calmly and deliberately slows the heavy strokes of his palm and delivers a thorough, hearty spanking that covers every inch of my ass.
“Mmm,” I moan, no longer fighting this now. I don’t understand it at all, but I kinda love when he does this. Most of the time, anyway. I close my eyes, sinking further into this, pain no longer distinguishable from the heat between my legs.