2Rakehell by Debra Glass Page B

about to do to
her. One word would put a stop to all this. One wor—
    Smack!
    “Ouch!” Sweet fire blazed through her bottom, sharp and hot,
the sting only ebbing when he rubbed the offended flesh.
    “Look at me,” he ordered.
    She looked up over her shoulder, her lips pursed. His gaze
searched hers and then he smiled and swatted her again.
    “Ah!” she cried, but when he began to rub again, the heat
transformed into an iniquitous throbbing warmth that radiated to other parts of
her body—parts she ached for him to touch.
    “You like this, don’t you?” he asked. “I can see it in your
eyes.”
    She lowered her lashes.
    “There’s no shame in finding pleasure in the dark,” he
whispered before delivering another firm swat to her backside.
    But it’s daylight outside… She dared not argue with
him. Besides, intuition told her dark meant something completely internal. It
was this nature. This aberrant need that left her confused, left her wondering
who she’d been up until this life-altering moment.
    This time when he kneaded her flesh his fingertips flirted
with her sex. She raised her bottom, desperate for him to touch her, to rub her
clit until she achieved climax.
    Do what you want! Just give me release…
    He gave her two more hard smacks. “Stand up, back to me.”
    Shaking with erotic need, she rose and turned her back
toward him.
    “Bend over. Show me your rosy arse.”
    He would see too much. She couldn’t. And yet curiosity
compelled her. She bent from the waist, knowing her most hidden recesses were
on full display for his viewing. The sigh of pleasure he exhaled sent a tendril
of satisfaction through her. Was it so wrong that she felt more beautiful than
she’d ever dreamed of being bared for her husband in this shocking manner?
    “Your pretty bum is red, Primrose.”
    She gulped.
    “Can you still feel the heat?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Are you wet for me?”
    Her eyes closed. “Yes.”
    “Show me.”
    “I-I—” she stammered.
    “Spread your legs and then spread your cheeks for me. I want
to see your cunny and arse.”
    Oh he was every bit the blackguard. Nevertheless, she
reached behind and separated the halves of her bottom.
    “Bend down farther,” he said.
    Her hair swept the floor as she lowered her head. The
muscles in the back of her thighs burned from the strain. Dampness trickled
down in the inside of one leg. How could she take such wicked pleasure in this
appalling act?
    “You are very wet,” he mused. “I should like a taste of that
delectable treat. Come here.”
    A taste…
    Pulse rioting she straightened, turned and took the two
steps that closed the distance between them. He patted the armrests as he
slouched down in the chair. “One knee here and the other here.”
    Bracing her hands on the back of the chair, she climbed onto
the armrests. The stretch the chair’s width created caused her muscles to burn
anew. It felt naughty being spread this way so close to his face. Surely he
didn’t meant to—
    Her breath halted when his lips brushed her abdomen. Her
flesh trembled at his touch and when his warm palms skimmed up and down her
thighs she thought she’d melt.
    “Tilt your backside toward me,” he told her as with both
thumbs he parted her nether lips, opening her wide.
    His hot breath fanned her. Terror consumed her and she
debated releasing their agreed-upon word, but somehow she managed to stop
herself. This was too good. Too sinful. What had become of her?
    His fingers cupped her bottom and drew her closer and then
the tip of his tongue swept along the crevice between her legs. The sheer intensity
of the pleasure stunned her. Her thighs shook violently but he didn’t seem to
notice as he moved impossibly closer. His tongue did decadent things to her,
traced her folds, darted inside her and flicked the sensitive little hillock
crowning her sex.
    His fingers tightened, holding her nearer while his mouth
plundered her flesh. Her nails dug into the tufted