Free Getting the Edge: Betrayed Book 1 by Hope Welsh Page B

cause pain.
    She watched as his hands moved to the waist of her jeans. He unbuttoned them, not taking his eyes off of hers. She didn’t move, for fear that he’d stop.
    She felt the cool air on her legs as the pants moved down her thighs.
    “Step out of them,” he said huskily.
    She nodded and stepped out of the jeans; she was only in her blouse and underwear now. She’d slipped off her shoes already.
    Next, she felt his fingers on her hips. She looked at him and waited.
    Brandon moved back a bit on the bed, then released her hips. He pointed to his lap, without saying a word.
    Mandy flushed again, frozen. Did he expect her to just go over his lap? She didn’t think she could do that! This was different from when they’d played so long ago. “I can’t.”
    “If you want me to do this, you will have to.”
    With a nod and another gulp, she moved a step closer to him. He’d moved back enough on the bed so that she’d be able to rest her upper body on the mattress.
    Well, she’d been the one that said she wanted this, she told herself. It was too late to back out now, wasn’t it?”
    She dared a look at his face, but it gave nothing away at all. His eyes were dark, but unreadable. He patted his lap. “Come on,” he said, his voice firm now. “Over my lap. Rest your upper body on the bed.”
    Flushing even more, she did as he asked, reminding herself that she’d asked him for this. She felt the harness of his thighs as she eased over his lap. She stretched out and put her arms under her head and closed her eyes tightly.
    In only a moment, she felt his hand on her panty-clad bottom.
     
    Brandon smoothed his hand over her ass and almost groaned. God, he wanted her. If this is what she needed, he’d give it to her, though.
    He raised his hand and gave her a smack on her barely covered bottom, then raised it again and gave her a second. He wasn’t spanking her hard. He knew that if she really wanted this, he’d have to spank harder, but not until she was warmed up. “I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he admitted, realizing it was absolutely true. Not because he really wanted to hurt her—he didn’t.
    But she’d been pushing him since she woke up. He wondered if this was what she had wanted all along.
    He moved his hand to the waistband of her bikini panties and smoothed them down so they rested at the base of her ass. It was barely pink and he smiled to himself.
    She’d tensed when he’d pushed the panties down, and knew she expected him to wallop her now. Instead, he continued just how he’d started—giving her light to moderate smacks for a long minute.
     
    Mandy wiggled. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all. She felt herself growing warm, and her stomach tightened with desire. She’d expected a punishment, but he was only turning her on.
    He’d spanked her harder when they were playing. “Um, Brandon?”
    “Hmm?” he said.
    “Aren’t you going to…” she broke off. What was she thinking? She didn’t want him to spank her hard, did she?
    Brandon paused, smoothing his hand across her bottom. “Aren’t I going to what?” he asked.
    “Aren’t you going to spank me harder?” she finally mumbled, glad he couldn’t see her burning face.
    “Oh yes,” he said huskily. She felt another smack, and this one had a bit of a sting, but certainly nothing she’d even think of asking him to stop doing.
    “Okay,” she said, relaxing again.
    He continued the almost light smacks, the spanks alternating on each cheek. She bit her lip to keep from groaning. She felt herself growing damp. This was certainly not a punishment of any kind.
     
    Brandon alternated spanks with rubbing the smooth, warm skin beneath his fingers. Her skin was soft and firm all at the same time. The skin was a nice shade of pink now, and he knew that she wasn’t feeling anything close to discomfort.
    He could feel the heat of her desire as well as the heat coming from her pinkened ass. He started to spank a bit harder