Free The Good Girl by Emma Nichols Page A

where it could be really fun. Lying there together, I watched in fascination as Wyatt read aloud to me from Fifty Shades of Grey so that I could cross off #22: Read erotica.
    “I don’t get that,” I mumbled at one point.

    Pausing, he shut the book and looked at me, curled up against his chest. “What don’t you get, doll?” He questioned with a smile.

    “Spankings. They were something to be avoided. Why are they a good thing in sex?” My eyes were wide and innocent. My question was genuine.

    “Oh, that.” Without speaking, he rolled me, moving me until my pelvis was over his lap, my behind up in the air. “Try this.” As he spoke, he began to spank me ever so lightly.

    Shaking my head, I said, “Nope. Nothing.”

    A smirk spread. His hand repositioned. Now as he spanked, he was actually hitting up against my labia, replicating the feeling of sex. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant. With a sensual sigh, and entirely without thinking, I spread my legs slightly, allowing better access. It felt amazing.

    “This can’t be what they mean by a spanking. This is…” Before I could finish, he had pulled my panties off and hefted my skirt up to around my waist. Naked and exposed, my first instinct was to cover up, to roll over, to move, but I didn’t.

    Lifting my hips higher, Wyatt bent his face until he was licking me...licking and sucking. Oh my Lord, that felt incredible. No one had ever used a mouth on me before. Something was changing. I could feel the blood all rushing to that area. My labias swelled, my clitoris did, too. That feeling was building up within me once more. Then, much faster than the previous night, the dam broke and the waves rushed through me; the feeling that I had previously feared, was now welcome and embraced.

    We both seemed spent. Wyatt laid his head on my naked ass. “Nicely done,” he whispered against my buttocks.

    “Thank you,” I managed. This experience had already been so much more than I ever expected it to be. How was I going to survive the next two weeks?

    “Don’t forget to cross off #21: Light spanking,” he reminded me as he moved out from beneath me and stood. I watched as he glanced at the clock on his phone. Then he announced, “Time to get ready. We have to leave in thirty minutes.”

    “Can’t we just stay here?” I asked quietly. “We still haven’t…”

    “Don’t question the professor,” he teased. “And don’t worry about that. Plenty of time.”

At 7pm, Wyatt had suggested that I take a nice relaxing shower. Hopeful that it might finally lead to...well, I decided to do as he asked. When I stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing more than a towel, I discovered lingerie all laid out for me on the bed. There were black satin bikini panties and a purple sweetheart lace corset. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Without thinking, I bent to pick it up from the bed and hold it up, and my towel slid down my body. Still, I didn’t care. The corset had me mesmerized. The spell was only broken when I realized that the door to the apartment had opened and Wyatt had inhaled sharply.

    “God, you are gorgeous, doll,” he murmured as he walked over to me. Soon he was standing behind me, his hands on my bare hips, then rubbing up and down my sides.
    Part of me wanted to be the shy, self-conscious, good girl I had been trained to be. The rest of me, however, wanted to believe that he was telling the truth. For once, I wanted to know what it felt like to be sexy and desirable. Just one time, I wanted him to stare at me with smoldering eyes, just like in the books. “Help me?” I asked, hoping that my voice sounded as seductive as I intended.

    “But of course,” he murmured. Leaning over, he brushed my hair away from my shoulder and began kissing me there.

    The feeling of his warm breath on my bare damp skin had me breaking out in the best kind of goose bumps. Without a doubt, I would have him tonight. If I had to get him