Free Her Alpha Saviors [The Hot Millionaires #2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page A

since that kiss at the stables earlier, they’d both known that this would happen sooner or later. Skye hadn’t wanted to admit it, but she’d been unable to think about much else since then. He was making her crazy, and he damned well knew it.
    His hands fell to her waist and worked their way upwards beneath her top. Smooth, rhythmic actions had her squirming with pleasure as he reached the sides of her breasts and touched them gently. So gently that she thought at first that she’d imagined it. Even so that simple contact, imaginary or not, was enough to send lightning streaking through her bloodstream. A long sigh escaped her.
    “Keep still,” he said, tapping her thigh hard. “Let me do my job.”
    “Sorry.”
    She let out a small moan of protest when his hands left her torso and reapplied themselves to her calves. Her breath hitched as they gradually, agonizingly slowly, worked their way upwards.
    “You ought to know before we go any further that I’m a sexual Dom,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.
    “A what?”
    “It means that when you agree to let me fuck you, like you know you want to, you’ll have to do everything I tell you to.”
    Skye gulped. “Everything?”
    “That should be, ‘Everything, sir.’”
    She twisted her head sideways, trying and failing to catch the expression on his face. To gauge whether he was actually serious. “I have to call you sir?”
    “Oh yeah! When we’re in bed, I’m your lord and master. Whatever I say goes.”
    “Even if I don’t want it to?”
    He tapped her thigh. “What did you say?”
    She giggled. “Even if I don’t want it to, sir?”
    “I won’t do anything you won’t want, babe, of that I can assure you. In fact I won’t do anything to you at all until you beg me to.”
    She wanted to tell him he was an arrogant so-and-so, but his hands were now creeping up the insides of her thighs and she’d instinctively opened her legs to give him easier access. It was only a matter of time—she hoped—before he reached her cunt and discovered that she was dripping wet.
    “What things will you do to me, sir?” she asked, almost panting with anticipation.
    His fingers slipped inside her boxers and made contact with her pussy. “My, my, we are impatient, aren’t we? That will get you punished.”
    “How?”
    With lightning speed, he pulled her upright and then set her facedown across his knee. “Ever been spanked?” he asked.
    “No, sir,” she said breathlessly, not willing to admit how unadventurous her previous sexual exploits had been. “I think it would hurt.”
    “Yeah, it will, but I’ll teach you how to transmute the pain to pleasure.” He tapped her so lightly on the buttocks that she hardly felt it. “Will you let me spank you, Skye?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes what?” Another tap, a little harder this time.
    “Yes please, sir. I have a lot to learn.”
    Jay chuckled. “That you do.” He pulled her boxers down round her thighs and ran one hand over the globes of her behind. “You have a beautiful ass.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Now then, when my hand hits you, roll with the pain, babe, and wait. Try not to tense against it, and see where it takes you. Ready to try?”
    “Yes.”
    He brought his hand down lightly, the slap still sounding unnaturally loud in the otherwise quiet loft. “Feel the tingle, Skye. Revel in it. Let it consume you. All right?”
    “Yes. Do it again please, sir.”
    “See, you’re a quick study. I knew you would be.” He smacked her again. “Where do you feel the reaction?”
    “In my pussy,” she groaned. “It’s on fire.”
    “No it isn’t. We’ve barely started.” He leaned down and purred into her ear. “Did I mention that you can never climax unless I say it’s okay?”
    “But I can’t possibly control when I come!”
    “Yeah,” he said, grinning, “you can.”
    This time when he spanked her, he also inserted a finger in her slick vagina. She expelled an elongated sigh.
    “That’s it.