Free My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked) by Ann Mayburn Page B

ass in a way that had her squirming.
    “Five spanks for not doing what you were told.”
    “Wha— I mean, okay. Yes, Sir. Roger that.”
    He cleared his throat, and his voice held a touch of amusement. “The proper response is, ‘Thank you, my lord.’”
    God, he didn’t really want her to say that, did he?
    It was one thing to accept his spanking, a whole other thing to thank him for it. But if she didn’t do what he said, he would kick her out. She knew he meant it just like she knew he was the right one to help awaken her sexually again. But fuck, actually submitting rankled on her nerves.
    “Thank you, my lord.”
    He gave her butt a vicious pinch that stung like a bee sting. “Next time say it without the ‘fuck you’ tone of voice.” He then pinched her other cheek, making her wiggle. “When I spank you, you will say, ‘Thank you, my lord’ with every spank. For every one you miss, I will hit you extra hard the next time. And trust me when I say I can make it hurt.”
    His voice dropped an octave on the last word, and her sex throbbed. Shit, who woulda known she would find being put in her place such an incredible turn-on? “Yes, my lord.”
    “You have my permission to moan but not scream. If you can’t do it on your own, you may scream into the couch.”
    Internally she had to laugh. She’d survived just about the worse blunt force trauma wounds a human being could have and live. If he thought a little spanking was going to make her cry, he was delusional. Rather than risking him hearing the insolence in her voice, she nodded.
    Without preamble, he laid the first smack on her ass. She knew she’d fucked up. It hurt, a lot. The next one came even harder, hard enough to shove her on the arm of the couch. “Ow! I mean, thank you, my lord.”
    The next spank was gentler, but it hit the crease of her right leg where it met her ass cheek, and stung like a mother. “Thank you, my lord.”
    The next two came in rapid succession. She choked back a cry when they hit the same place. “Thank you, my lord.”
    The warmth of his breath against her already heated skin was uncomfortable, but his goatee scratching against her stung. Then he licked over her bottom and began to gently probe between her rear cheeks with his wickedly long tongue. Hell, that man could give Gene Simmons a run for his money.
    Suddenly thrown back into a state of sexual craving, she moaned and arched her hips, trying to give him better access. In response, he nipped her hip, and she stilled. He scraped his nails down her butt. She shuddered, a confusing blend of pain and pleasure overloading her mind. Her entire being focused inward, concentrating on his gentle strokes and probing at her anus.
    Swimming in a pool of heat and desire, she was totally unprepared for the next slap. That made it hurt all the more, and she struggled to thank him. By the time he’d worked her up to the tenth spank, her voice was raw with unshed tears. “Thank you, my lord.”
    He massaged her ass, gripping it hard and digging his fingers in. It felt so fucking good and mingled with the burn. The edge of his pants pressed against her, and he reached between her legs, fondling her aching pussy. “Oh, sweetheart, you are so wet for me. Did you like being spanked?”
    She moaned when he slid a finger between her labia and began to pet her clit. “I don’t know.”
    “It is very simple question, love. Did being spanked bring you sexual arousal?”
    She didn’t know why he was bothering to ask her. The evidence of her arousal was coating his fingers, and her nub quivered beneath his knowing strokes. Sucking in a deep breath, she then let it out and whispered the truth. “Yes, it aroused me.”
    “Your honesty pleases me, Kira.”
    The warmth in his voice, the genuine pride in his words made her all glowy inside. Slowly, the heat from her spirit merged with the burning desire of her body, and she rocked herself against his fingers. He held fast, making each