Free No Regrets by Claire Kent Page A

wasn’t actually resisting.
    So Josh had no trouble laying me face-down across his lap and giving me a loud smack on my ass.
    A jolt of pleasure shot through me, the sharp pain provoking a deep pleasure.
    I made a little squeak of surprise. And more than surprise.
    “How did you like that?” he asked, his hand resting on my butt.
    I could feel it there, even through the fabric of my pants.
    I tried to catch my breath through my rising desire.
    “I asked you a question,” he said.
    “Yes,” I gasped. “I liked it.”
    He smacked his hand down on my bottom again, the sound as shocking as the sting of pain. The pressure of it pushed my clit down against his thigh.
    I cried out loudly. And again when he spanked me once more.
    Soon my body was rocking over his lap—my motion more erotic than rebellious. My squeals had shifted into breathless grunts of pleasure every time I felt his strong hand connect with my bottom.
    After a few more spanks, Josh’s body tightened so palpably, I could sense it even in my position.
    On one last spank, he pulled me up and laid me out on the bed beside him, my legs hanging over the side.
    Then he leaned over me, his face hot and hungry and so possessive, I lost my breath. “Now. I guess you’ve learned your lesson.”
    My hands reached up with a will of their own, fisting in his shirt and trying futilely to pull him closer to me. “And what lesson is that?”
    Josh cupped one of my breasts and reached down to rub against my slightly sensitive bottom. I was still wearing my clothes, but I might as well be naked. “You tell me.”
    My breath came out in silly, little pants, and my skin blazed with a luscious heat. “Smug asshole.” My eyes were laughing as I gazed up at him, belying any truth to my words. “You think I enjoyed that domineering spanking?”
    Josh’s lips twitched, but his eyes also smoldered. He moved his hands until his fingers had closed around my wrists. Then he stretched them up and outward, spreading me taut beneath him and holding me trapped. “I guess you still haven’t learned your lesson.”
    Then he kissed me—rough and ravenous, his tongue plundering my mouth with both passion and entitlement.
    I felt entirely possessed by Josh, nearly torn apart by the conflicting sensations of pleasure and tenderness, helplessness and power. I wanted to devour him, to pull him inside me completely. And I wanted to never stop feeling the brute strength of his body, the warm burden of his weight.
    My legs were trapped beneath his thighs, and my arms were imprisoned by his unrelenting grip. I struggled against him—not in fear or resistance but to test the strength of his hold.
    He was unmovable—his lips and hands as hard and strong as they were passionate.
    Josh pulled up, just far enough to look down at my face.
    I knew exactly what I was doing when I muttered, “Asshole.”
    He released me suddenly and straightened up, giving me a narrow-eyed glare.
    “What are you doing?” I asked. “Things were just getting good.”
    “Take off your clothes.”
    I swallowed hard and felt a familiar clench in my pussy. I slowly took off my clothes until I wore just my underwear.
    “All of them,” he instructed, watching every move I made.
    This was someone else too—someone who was so entirely turned on that she was throbbing all over as she took off her bra and panties while he watched.
    “Now turn over.”
    I turned over obediently, shaking all over in anticipation.
    He moved closer to me and rested his hand on my bottom.
    I lifted my hips toward it, wanting it, aching for it.
    “Stay still.” He slowly rubbed the bare flesh, which was sensitive from the previous spankings. “Do you know why I’m spanking you again?”
    “Because I called you an asshole.”
    “And why else?”
    “Because…” I almost strangled on my need to raise my bottom toward his hand. “Because I want it.”
    “That’s right.”
    I waited. For what felt like a long time, my arousal