“What is this lesson?” I ask, my voice more hesitant than I’ve ever heard it.
Cav doesn’t reply, just continues drying me off. When I’m sufficiently dry, he uses the same towel on himself. Once he’s finished, he loops it over the rack and returns his attention to me.
“You’re going to go into the bedroom, bend over the bed, and wait for me. Arms out. Palms flat. Ass up.”
My nipples harden into tight peaks at his command. Arousal swirls with the apprehension.
“What are you going to—”
“Go.”
I still at the authority in his tone. He’s not fucking around, and part of me loves it. Namely, my pussy, which is already growing wetter again by the second.
Teeth digging into my lower lip, I hesitate another few seconds, the challenge hanging between us, before I turn and take measured steps into the bedroom. The white coverlet is laid out innocently before me. Whatever Cav is going to do with me is going to be anything but innocent.
The four-poster bed with its gauzy white hangings blowing in the breeze that seemed so romantic only an hour before now holds a million other possibilities.
Will he tie me down? Make me wait for his command? Take me however he wants?
Each possibility is more tantalizing than the last. If someone asked me whether I had a submissive streak, I would have confidently said absolutely not, but faced with Cav’s dominance, my will is bending and my answer is changing.
It’s him. He’s the one who brings this out in me. And it’s just a game. Right?
“You’re not following directions.”
His deep voice comes from behind me, raising chill bumps along my skin. Without looking back, I fold my body over the high mattress, which is at the perfect height for me to stand, my ass in the air as he commanded.
“Determined to add to your punishment, baby girl? Because I’ll gladly oblige.”
Shivers whisper across my skin as his footsteps come nearer. His fingertips glide along the curve of my ass from hip to hip and then back again.
“I bet you didn’t realize how fascinated I was with your ass three years ago. I used to fantasize about having you at my mercy, tied down, taking you every way I wanted.” His fingers lightly glide between my cheeks. “And this ass played a big role in those fantasies.”
His touch disappears until I feel a rush of air and then a sharp slap landing on my right cheek. I jump at the stinging contact, as if trying to move out of the strike zone.
Cav’s other hand presses against the small of my back, stilling my movements. “There’s no escaping your punishment, baby girl. You agreed to play my game, and you’re going to take every smack you deserve for stealing that orgasm.” He lowers to speak closer to my ear. “And you’re gonna fucking love it.”
Again, shivers race over my skin as his fingers trail lazily across me, increased sensitivity following his every move.
He pulls away and I tense, my muscles anticipating the strikes to come. And they come. Over and over, Cav’s wide palm connects with my ass, leaving a shimmer of heat behind with every slap.
“Fuck, baby. I love seeing your ass turn red from my hand. You’re such a good girl. Not moving, waiting for more.”
When he stops after a final smack, he cups and kneads my burning cheeks with both hands. He spreads them wide and I squirm against the covers, not sure what he’s doing next. But he releases me and steps away.
Face turned sideways on the coverlet, I watch as he leaves the bedroom and returns a moment later with a bottle of coconut oil from the kitchen. My first thought is a massage, but my stinging ass contradicts me.
Oh. Hell.
My last bastion of virginity may be in jeopardy.
“What are you going to do with—”
The wicked gleam in his hazel eyes cuts me off. “Whatever I want.”
Heart hammering in my chest, I lose sight of Cav as he steps behind me.
“Seriously, I’ve never—”
“Had a cock in this sweet little ass? Haven’t been properly corrupted and fucked?”
I have to be leaving a mark on the bed, because I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life. And I also don’t have an answer.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m gonna take good care of you.”
Anticipation. Apprehension. Curiosity mixed with a twinge of good old-fashioned fear. It’s all there, running through my veins and kicking my heart rate up another notch. I don’t have to wait long to feel the warm dribble of oil at the top of my crack. Here, in the heat, it doesn’t solidify the way it does at home . . . making it perfect for Cav’s purpose.
His fingers follow the trail of warm oil, sliding down between my cheeks until he hits the pucker of my ass.
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. My breathing picks up speed along with the hammering of my heart.