Free Control: Dangerous Desire (Contemporary Submissive Romance) by Lucia Jordan

 
    As he
approached her, Nicole licked her lips with anticipation. Logan was the sexiest
man she'd ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes on. Soon that would be true
of her hands, lips, and body, too. The wait was killing her. Her clit throbbed
with need and her pussy was so wet from his recent attention to it that she
felt her juices running down her thighs.
                Logan
stopped at the foot of the bed. "Can I spank you?" he asked.
                Nicole
shook her head and giggled—a direct result of too much alcohol consumption
at the club where she'd met Logan just a few hours before. "Are you
serious?" She looked up at him and was sobered by the intense longing in
his eyes. "Oh," she said. "You mean like with your hand?"
                He
smiled. "Yeah, with my hand. I want to spank that little ass of yours
until it blushes like your face is right now."
                She
put one hand on her cheek and felt the warmth radiating from it. Talk about
embarrassing. As far as sex went, Nicole was one hundred percent vanilla. She'd
never been spanked before. The idea was exciting, but she was scared. What if
she didn't like it? Or what if it hurt so much she cried? Would he stop if she
asked him to" "Uh…" She cleared her throat and licked her dry
lips. "I've never…"
                Logan
smiled again. "I'll be gentle for your first time."
                With
a hungry look in his eyes and a smile like the devil, Nicole doubted that he'd
be gentle. Oh, who the hell cares? she thought. "Okay."
                "Yeah?"
He cocked a brow as if he didn't believe her.
                "Yeah,"
she confirmed as her heart rate tripled and her breath caught in her throat.
                "Get
on your hands and knees."
                She
did as she was instructed. Good grief,
what did I just get myself into? Logan got on the bed and knelt behind her.
He smoothed his hand down over her ass and she tensed, expecting him to smack
her. But he didn't. She didn't know what was worse: knowing it was coming or
not knowing when it would come?
                "If
it gets to be too much I want you to say 'rose garden' okay?" he said,
still caressing her ass cheeks.
                Nicole
looked over her shoulder at him. "Rose garden?" Was that a joke?
                "Yes,
rose garden," he repeated. "It's a safe word, Nicole. You say that
and everything stops immediately."
                "Okay."
She nodded feeling foolish for not realizing what he had meant. Even though
she'd met Logan at a BDSM club, she'd told him she'd never done anything like
that before and wasn't looking to start. Yet, here she was on all fours, ass in
the air, waiting for her spanking. What was worse, she was actually looking
forward to it. There was no real fear in her veins, just a lot of anticipation.
                "Good."
Logan was positioned directly behind her, his knees keeping her legs spread in
a surprisingly comfortable distance. Maybe this won't be so bad, she thought.
Both of his hands were on her ass, fondling, kneading, caressing. It felt good.
"You have such a nice little ass," he said.
                "Thank
y—" Her words were cut off and replaced with a scream as Logan's
hand made contact with her bare ass, the sound of the hit reverberated around
the room. Her whole body tensed. Tears stung her eyes. Holy shit that fucking
hurt! If that was being gentle she shuddered to think what it would be like if
he wasn't going easy.
                He
resumed caressing her, smoothing his hand softly over the spot he’d just
spanked. "Don't tense, Nicole. That'll only make it hurt more. Just
relax."
                His
voice was low and soothing and it made Nicole feel safe, as if he'd never hurt
her. "A little bit of warning next time would be nice."
                Behind
her, Logan chuckled. "That