Blood Legacy: Adult Urban Fantasy (The V V Inn Book 5) by C.J. Ellisson

already and wonder what has her so hesitant.
    Candy takes a deep breath, and blurts out, “I want you to spank me.” She looks up at me through the fringe of her lashes, like she’s trying to read my reaction.
    “Excuse me?” I say. “You mean like BDSM kind of stuff?” I smile, confident I can try to please her even if my experience with the lifestyle is none existent.
    “Yes, and no.”
    “Okay. That’s not too clear. Care to elaborate?”
    “I… uh… I don’t need punishment games, like I’m a bad girl and you have to discipline me. I…”
    I grin, unable to help myself at the prospect of slapping her ass. “Just want a little slap and tickle?”
    She frowns at me, but nods. “I like it. The arousal when the blood rushes to my cheeks is intense… and overwhelming. Is that weird?”
    “Darling, I’ve lived for seven years on a supernatural resort that caters to the sexual tastes of a myriad of creatures from around the world. Did you really think you’d shock me and I’d refuse you? Or make you feel embarrassed by your desires?”
    She shrugs and turns away, moving to lean a hip against the square wooden table in the center of the room. “I dunno. I just… haven’t really brought it up with other boyfriends before. Once I did and he refused, saying he wouldn’t hit a woman.”
    “It’s not hitting you—”
    “Exactly what I said!” Her face lights up. “So you do understand? It’s just something fun I like once in a while. You don’t think I’m weird or sick?”
    Eager to show her I’m game to try whatever this fantastic woman desires, I pull out a solid wooden chair and take a seat. Patting my thighs, I indicate she should lean over and assume the position.  
    With a wide grin splitting her face, she complies, spreading herself over my lap. The thin material rises up due to her position, revealing the bottom half of two firm globes I can’t wait to smack.  
    “Someone else is liking this already and we haven’t even started,” she squirms on my erection, my eagerness prodding her middle, while she faces the floor.  
    “Once I walked in and saw you wearing this…” I skim the sheer fabric even higher, uncovering all of her butt. “I was lost.”
    I reach one hand out and slowly caress her flesh. She wiggles a little, pushing herself toward my palm, eager to encourage me.  
    I deliver one resounding smack to her right cheek, causing her to squeak and squirm more. “Not so fast, missy. I’m the one handling the butt-smacking. You lie still.” Holding her down, I land three more quick slaps to the same cheek, then switch to the left one and rain more blows down on her tender skin.  
    Pausing, I smooth a hand over the heated flesh, admiring the faint pink tinge rising to the surface. “Like that, Candy?”
    “Yes!” she pants, eagerness in her tone. “God, it felt good.”
    “Not too hard?”
    “You can go harder if you want. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
    I nod and run a hand between her thighs, pressing lightly to spread her legs. Going on a hunch, I send two questing fingers inward, testing her arousal. Moisture coats her swollen outer lips. “You do like this, don’t you, you naughty girl?”
    “Shut up and give me what I want,” she replies, a hint of backbone in her tone. This one won’t be cowed by her desires, and I like it.
    “Yes, ma’am,” I say, raising my arm.  
    She wiggles again on my lap, apparently trying to smush her pubic bone on my thigh to get the pressure she craves on her sensitive clit. I deliver three more smacks, then skim over her rapidly reddening flesh to once again plunge between her thighs, this time going deeper to find her hard bundle of nerves at the base of her mound.  
    “Oh God… yes… just like that.”
    I swirl and tease the tiny nub of flesh, listening to her breathing very carefully. After a few moments, I draw my fingers away and deliver another smack, this one harder than all the rest.  
    She shouts,