Free TangledBound by Emily Ryan-Davis Page A

did on the plane—what you did tonight was dangerous. You have
no idea what kind of man I am, what kind of things I could be doing to you
right now. What kind of things I could still do, with you powerless to stop
me.”
    “I know what kind of man you are,” she said.
    “Yeah? So when you took off your dress, you knew I would
respond by putting you across my knee?” He finally touched her, hands on her
hips to pull her forward. Her scent hit him full-force, powerful like a drug.
He wanted to run his tongue along her panties and taste the wetness soaking
through. Instead, he maneuvered her across his lap. “Face down, Melly. Both
hands on the floor.”
    She stiffened and resisted, a physical response Sam quickly
overpowered with the advantages of strength and practice. The bare curve of her
ass, bisected by the skinny pink thong, shattered his barriers. He didn’t ask
to be responsible for her but he couldn’t deny the rightness of the
role.
    He spread his fingers across her ass, enjoying the tension
beneath his hand, and said, “Tell me how you’ve done it before.”
    Melanie lifted her head.
    Sam pushed her back down and held her in place with a
handful of her silky hair. “You don’t have to look at me to answer. How do you
fuck, Melly? Do you sit on top and bounce on your boyfriend’s dick? Do you do
it doggy style? Missionary? Bareback?”
    He pressed on her flesh and spread her cheeks, revealing the
pucker only half hidden behind her thong. “What about in the ass? Have you ever
accepted a man in your ass?”
    She squirmed against him. Her hip nuzzled his cock so Sam didn’t
correct her by demanding she hold still. He did demand an answer though. “Which
one? Tell me. And call me Sir.”
    “I don’t know what bareback is, Sir.”
    “Without a condom.”
    Understanding and fear shuddered through her at the same
time. So. She did know right from wrong—and he knew what her answer
would be. His anger at her self-endangering behavior flared anew.
    Melanie locked up tight, every muscle tense.
    He picked the point of his first strike, low where her thigh
met her left cheek. “Be honest. I’ll know if you’re not.”
    “I’ve done all those,” she whispered.
    “I can’t hear you. Tell me specifically what you’ve done.
And call me Sir. Don’t make me tell you to do it again.”
    “I’ve been on top. I’ve done it doggy style and missionary
and…” Her voice wavered before she trailed off.
    Sam gave her ten seconds. By the time his count reached
four, she spoke again.
    “I’ve never had anal sex. And I’ve skipped the condom a
couple of times, Sir.”
    Fury rippled through him. He struggled to bring it under
control, but he did manage. What was done, was done. After tonight, she
wouldn’t do it again. “No reason is a good reason for unprotected sex. Tonight,
I’m punishing you for what you did tonight and for not using condoms every
time. Do you disagree with my decision?”
    “No Sir.”
    He released her hair and placed his free hand between on the
middle of her back. Her heart raced behind her rib cage. Sam counted the beats
for a minute, grounding himself in the rhythm of her heart, and then he
delivered the first blow. The crack of flesh on flesh was loud in the room and
her yelp was even louder. Anybody listening on the other side of the wall would
hear everything. He slapped her ass again, targeting the same spot and
monitoring her heartbeat as close as he could with her surprised gasp filling
his ears and her rich, aroused scent distracting him.
    Melanie tried to crawl away from his fifth strike. Sam
slapped her thigh and repositioned, dragging her backward until her hands no
longer touched the floor.
    She clutched his leg and the edge of his seat and tried to
rear up with the seventh smack. “You’re hurting me!”
    “It’s punishment. It’s not supposed to feel good…yet.” In
her new position, he had no trouble wrenching her panties down to her thighs
and baring her