Page 31 of Breaking Him

“Have you been hot and aching, imagining what it’ll be like?”

“Yes.”

He stepped away and walked to the bed, then he took off his shirt and sat down on the edge. “Take off your clothes and come here.”

Holy shit. Eli was going to spank me, and I’d never been more turned on. I did as he said. I toed off my boots, then shucked my shorts. His eyes never left me as I dragged my tank top over my head and walked to him.

He spread his solid thighs, hands going to my waist, and drew me closer. “Naked,” he said, voice gritty.

I reached behind and undid my bra, belly in knots, thighs slick, nipples tight and hard, aching. I reached down to slide off my panties, but he stopped me. His fingers were hot and dry when he slid them up the backs of my thighs then underneath the fabric to cup my ass. His head dropped forward and he kissed my belly. Then, holding me in place with one hand, he reached down with the other, dragging it up between my legs. He cupped me over my underwear, feeling the proof of my arousal, pressing just for a moment, making me moan.

“Christ, darlin’. Love how wet you get for me.” He pushed a foot between mine, making me step out, then brushed his thumb across the top of my thigh.

The pad of his thumb grazed me, his other hand still on my ass, holding me in place, and I whimpered, fighting not to grab his hand and put it where I wanted it.

Finally, he gripped the sides of my panties and slowly slid them down my legs. I stepped from them, and he flung them to the side and sat back. “Shit, look at you. So goddamn beautiful.” He slid a single finger through my slick folds, then sucked it between his lips. “Taste so good, darlin’. So good. Can’t get enough. Could spend all week buried between your thighs and still not get enough of you.” He put his hands on either side of his thighs, tilted his head back, and held my gaze. “Lie over my lap, Abigail. Ass in the air for me.”

I was breathing so fast I thought I might hyperventilate. I did as he asked, lying across his lap. His thighs were spread, supporting me, and the denim of his jeans was rough against my nipples.

His hand went straight to my bare ass, smoothing and rubbing, massaging my skin. “So pretty,” he rasped. “So damn perfect.” He trailed his hand up my spine and down again, his touch tender, reverent. “Why are you getting punished, Abi?”

“I teased you.”

His hand squeezed my tender cheek a little harder. “And the other reason, what is it, darlin’?”

Oh God. “I made you feel…I hurt you today…I…”

“No,” he growled, cutting me short. “You didn’t hurt me, Abi. You didn’t trust me. I need your trust more than I need my next breath. I need it, Abigail.”

I opened my mouth to say he had it, but my words were cut off when his hand came down on my ass.

It barely made contact with my skin.

He’d pulled back.

I wanted what he’d given me this morning. His hand coming down hard on my backside, that deep ache. His thighs trembled, stomach muscles jumping, breath choppy. He was struggling, second-guessing what we were doing, fighting himself.

I lifted my hips, wiggling my ass. “I can take it, Eli.”

He cursed.

“Harder, please.”

A growl rumbled from deep in his chest, fingers flexing against my cheek, then they were gone. His hand came down again, this time harder.

I cried out.

“Are you going to give me your trust?”

I gasped. “Yes. You have it.”

He spanked me again, two in quick succession, but not in the same place, then the heat of his palm was covering my stinging cheek, rubbing and massaging again, making me groan. The sting quickly vanished, replaced with a deep ache that had my thighs shaking and my core clenching.

“Are you going to tease me again?” His voice was tight, deep with hunger.

I squirmed. “If this is what I get…yes,” I admitted.

He groaned. “Fuck.”