“You sure?”
He’s trying to be a pest, so I drop my voice and do my best impression of him. “Watch the attitude, Grizzly Bear.” I can hardly hold in my laugh at the look on Hans’s face. “So you can dish it out but you can’t take it?”
He shakes his head while he turns onto our street. “Grizzly Bear?”
“You started the whole animal thing.” I shrug. “And if you’re gonna prowl around all gruff and angry…”
“Gruff and angry,” he repeats slowly.
“Like a bear,” I confirm. “But then I guess when you’re being all sweet and stuff, you’d be more of a teddy bear.”
Hans slows to a near stop as we reach the spot where our driveways meet the road. I almost think he’s going to pull into my driveway first to drop me off, but then he turns down his.
Okay, so no front door service.
He presses a button on the dashboard, and the garage door ahead of us starts to open, but he parks the truck in the driveway rather than pulling into the garage.
I unbuckle my seat belt as Hans turns off the engine. “Thank you again for the ride. And for putting up with my parents.” Hans turns toward me but doesn’t say anything. “If you’re serious about bringing me to the airport tomorrow, I need to leave at like five thirty.” My smile falters. I hate getting up early. “But if you don’t want to, that’s okay. I can totally figure it out.”
“Cassandra,” he says in that grizzly tone.
“Okay, okay.” I lift my hands. “You’ll drive me.”
Neither confirming nor denying, Hans opens his car door and starts to climb out.
Alrighty then.
Jokes on him when I start ringing his doorbell at five in the morning to make sure he’s up.
I turn to my door and reach for the handle.
Then I shriek as large hands grip me under my armpits and haul me backward across the long bench seat.
“Hans!”
He stops when my butt is right on the edge of the seat and my legs are stretched out straight in front of me.
“That’s two,” he says against my ear.
My breaths are coming fast now.
Hans slides his hands down my sides, then around to my stomach, hugging me with my back against his front.
“When are you gonna learn that there are consequences for being a brat?” His voice on my neck causes my skin to prickle.
“Hopefully right now.”
Teeth graze my ear, then Hans drags me the rest of the way out of the truck.
My heels automatically dig into the seat, trying to stop my fall. But I don’t fall. Because Hans is holding me.
My legs drop down in front of me, but I’m too high up for my shoes to reach the ground.
Excitement flares inside me.
This is that gruffness I was referring to. I just didn’t tell him how much I love it.
“That’s three, Cassandra.” Keeping me plastered to his front, Hans walks us toward his garage.
And then I feel it.
The hard length pressing into my ass as I bump against him with every step.
I can’t stop my groan or the way I grip his forearms.
In response, Hans holds me even tighter.
We step over the threshold into the garage, and the darkness consumes me. I hadn’t noticed that there’s no overhead light on. No glow of anything.
The night sky didn’t feel that dark while we were driving, but there’s nothing to help relieve the black before my eyes.
“All fucking night,” Hans grits out. “Teasing me with this fucking dress.”
Instead of turning toward the entrance to the house, he keeps going straight back.
“Flashing me those goddamn white panties.”
He shifts his hips as he steps, pushing his dick harder against me.
“Think you can have those tits in my face all night and I’ll just ignore it.”
“I-I didn’t mean to.” Arousal and delicious panic swirl inside me.
It’s so dark. I can’t see anything.
The laugh Hans lets out isn’t amused.
I stretch my hands out. “Hans.”
We have to be close to reaching the back wall.
One arm lets go of my waist. I open my eyes wider, trying to see, but the next thing I feel is that arm pressing down on the top of my own.
Hans clamps his arm around my chest, trapping my arms down so I can’t reach out. So I won’t be able to stop us before we run into the back wall.
“Wait!”
“Trust me,” he rumbles.
I don’t fight his hold. And he takes another two steps. Then he stops. And the arms around me release.
Another shriek leaves my lips as I drop. But his large body is still behind me, and I only fall a few inches before my tennis shoes land on some sort of rubber mat rather than the hard concrete floor.
I shift to turn around to face Hans, but when I try to twist, my hip bumps into something.
In the complete dark, Hans stopped us just inches away.
“I told you to trust me.” He grips my wrists and forcefully sets my hands on the surface in front of me. “I won’t tell you again.”
It’s some sort of counter. It’s a little higher than a normal kitchen counter, and it’s made of smooth, cold metal.
“Don’t move.”
“Don’t—” Before I can ask, the heat at my back disappears as Hans steps away.
But he doesn’t go far.
Hands tug my dress up, twisting it into some sort of knot at my lower back, exposing my lower half.
I have one second to hold my breath before a palm lands against my bared flesh.
“Ah!” My body jolts, and my hands move, gripping the edge of the counter.
The hand is still there, rubbing a circle over the lacy material that half covers my butt cheek. Where he just slapped my ass.
It feels nice. Soothing the sting. It feels—
I yelp again as his other hand smacks down on the other side.
“I should make this pretty ass so sore you won’t be able to sit still on that plane tomorrow.” His first palm slaps back down again. “Should make it so you think of me every time you sit for the entire week.”
This is the first time I’ve been spanked. The first time anyone has tried anything even close.
And, god help me, I love it.
I arch back against him and moan his name.
“My dirty little Butterfly.” His fingers grip my ass, squeezing.
I reach back, trying to grab his arms. Trying to grab some part of him. Needing to touch him too.
Hans pushes his body forward, pinning me firmly between him and the bench. “I told you not to move.”
Before I can put my hands back, he’s grabbing them.
“Such a naughty girl.” His chest rises and falls behind mine, showing he’s not unaffected. Then he steps back again, only this time he pulls my hands back so they meet at my spine. “If you can’t hold still on your own, I’ll help you.”
Sweet Jesus, this is new too.
I pull against his hold. Not to break free, but to see how much force he’ll use.
His grip tightens. “Stop struggling and spread your legs.”
My knees are ready to give out, but I do what he says.
His grip shifts so he’s holding my hands with just one of his.