Free Rocky Mountain Romp (Rocky Mountain Bride Series Book 4) by Lee Savino Page A

drew her knees even further apart, rewarding her with a hot gust of breath right on her lower lips. Then he lightly licked up and down, listening for the little whimpers of pleasure that Carrie tried to hold in. She was so innocent, often acting younger than her twenty-five years, but he knew how to unleash the wildness dormant inside. Taking his time, he nibbled her inner thighs. The air filled with the scent of her arousal as his tongue teased the inside of her thighs, flicking closer and closer to her center. Then he added his fingers, grinning as he felt her body clench around his digits. Her little cries were increasing when he withdrew them.
    “No, no,” he said, wiping wet from his lips as he rose up to his knees. “This isn’t for you. This is punishment.”
    Her head sank back onto the bed and she groaned.
    “Up,” he ordered. “Hands and knees.”
    She got into position quickly, breathing hard already as she guessed what was coming. During her pregnancy, he’d been careful, choosing to discipline her with a lecture followed by time outs in the corner, but now it was time.
    He ran his hand down her back, feeling her shiver. “I know it’s been a while, sweetness. But you deserve this.”
    “Yes, Miles,” she said, hair hanging over her face, so he lifted it and turned her chin to him. “I’ll be gentle.” He kissed her. “You’ve worked up quite a tally, but we’ll deal with that another day.” He almost grinned at the thought, but kept serious.
    “I understand, sir.”
    “There’s my good girl.”
    He knelt beside her, rubbing her bottom, squeezing and then swatting her lightly to prepare her skin. Her breath caught as he finished the warm up and spanked her harder, smacking down one cheek and then the other. Her skin turned from pale to pink to a darkening blush, a beautiful sight Miles never grew tired of.
    After a few minutes, Carrie was sobbing, her face lowering into her hands, but she kept her bottom high in the air, just as he liked it.
    Pausing, he ordered her to part her knees further. He continued the spanking, watching her juices flow until her inner thighs were coated. He longed to stop and have a taste, but kept reddening her cheeks.
    Her skin turned dark pink, and he stopped. His hand slipped between her legs, teasing her a little. He felt her body tighten as she held her breath.
    His fingers stilled and she sighed, but didn’t beg him.
    Stepping off the bed, Miles checked her bottom and the rest of her. His wife’s face was wet with tears. He pushed back her hair again, cupping a cheek in one large palm.
    “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Almost done.”
    She took a shaky breath, and leaned into his hand. He bent to take her lips. “So sweet.” Going to the end of the bed, he admired his wife’s curvy form, her backside an even shade of dusky pink. Then he went to fetch something from his bags.
    “I don’t have your paddle here, wife, so I had to improvise.”
    He pulled out a long leather crop, a black flap at the end. Testing it on his hand, he saw Carrie wince and look back at the sound.
    “Oh, no Miles,” she said.
    He pointed, indicating that she should lie with forehead to the blankets, bottom up on raised knees, presenting a perfect target.
    “Don’t argue, Carrie. You earned this.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    But he took a moment and stroked her back, feeling her tremble. “Carrie.” He bent down so his face was level with hers. “You know I would never truly hurt you.”
    She turned liquid eyes to his, shutting them tight and then opening them again. “I know.”
    Reaching out, he touched her cheek lightly. She took his hand and kissed it, then turned her face to the bed, gripping the blanket in her fists.
    “It’s almost over.” He tapped her backside, then swung the crop down harder, smacking one fleshy cheek then the other.
    She jumped a little, but didn’t cry out. The fear of the crop was worse than the actual sting.
    Miles gave her a few more taps,