Free Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5) by Maddie Taylor Page A

just heated to a five-alarm blaze. Holding her close, he scooted down in the bed and slipped the sheet over them both. She relaxed against him and while the heat in her ass abated somewhat the fire in her pussy burned on. She wiggled against him. In this position, his erection was unmistakable, pressing huge and rigid against her thigh. She shifted, trying to align his ready cock with her equally aroused pussy, but he held her firm.
    “No sex after punishment either.”
    Her head came up and her jaw dropped. “Seriously?”
    “Yes. This was not a game for me, Mara. If you think it was, I didn’t spank you enough.”
    “You spanked me plenty,” she shot back at him softly. “I know it’s not a game, Sean. Still, I can’t help that it made me hot. I can feel you against me, you want it too.”
    “I do not reward bad behavior and rule breaking with pleasure. Tomorrow, I’ll ride you until you can’t walk straight, if you’d like, but tonight, we sleep.”
    He closed his eyes. She stared at him a moment, incredulous and most of all frustrated by the nearly unbearable ache between her legs.
    “Well, hell! This really sucks. This is ten times worse than the spanking.”
    The burn in her cheeks reignited as he squeezed her ass hard. “Thanks for the tip. I’ll keep it in mind for the next time.”
    She gasped in alarm.
    “Sleep, Mara,” he urged. “Unless you want more.”
    “You have a lot of rules for spanking,” was her grumbled response as she settled back on his chest, her cheek to his pec as she picked up the steady thud of his heart.
    “Baby, you have no idea.”
     
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    The next day was an off day for Mara, while Sean had to haul his tired butt out of bed bright and early. As he dressed, she looked on from her cozy place in their warm bed. On her stomach, her bottom tender from his attention only a few hours earlier, she propped her head on her hand and enjoyed the show. Despite her aching behind and the persistent throb between her legs, she’d drifted off to sleep fairly easily after the spanking. That both reminders continued to, uh, remind her, didn’t surprise her in the least. One worsened as her greedy gaze ate him up while he dressed. Sean was hot all the time; in his service blues, he set her body on fire.
    Seeing Sean spit polished and neatly pressed, the crisp lines of the tailored blue uniform hugging his muscular body, making his broad shoulders appear wider and his already trim waist leaner. He was gorgeous, and the way he filled out his blue trousers, mm, mm. She understood the reason why women love a man in uniform. If she’d been wearing panties, the crotch would have been soaked through.
    She’d seen him in a suit before, their first date, for instance, but this was no ordinary suit and added an extra helping of appeal. As she pondered why, she realized it wasn’t the clothes so much as what they symbolized. He was like a modern day Superman, fighting for truth, justice and the American way of life and he embodied integrity, self-discipline, courage and not least of all conviction. No wonder he held her feet to the fire, or rather beat her butt to a blistering heat when she didn’t comply. His life was about adhering to order, structure and rules, and he was expecting the same from his woman. His woman. He used those words often and they always made her smile although she might have to turn in her women’s equality card if others knew how much she loved it. Especially, if anyone found out she let him spank her. Honestly, though, she didn’t care. She felt loved and cherished even when her man went all alpha male on her ass, and despite the prickle that persisted on her rear end, she wouldn’t have him any other way.
    He was almost ready, straightening his tie in the mirror one more time. She scanned the length of him, all broad shouldered, mouthwatering, muscular, handsome as sin inch of him.
    “I think today, after I call the bank and my credit card company, I’m