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  “Tell me she didn’t break out the albums.” Kat could just see Ruth carrying in her many photo albums.

  “My favorite picture is your first grade school shot. You were adorable with all those curls.”

  Kat covered her face with both hands. “I’m going to kill her.”

  “You’ll do no such thing, she’s a delight. What I’m trying to say is I know you don’t sleep around and the way you are acting with me isn’t the norm. Well, it’s not the norm for me either, Kat. So why are you fighting against me? Against this?”

  “There is no ‘this’ to fight, Jack. You are a mega rich, mega good looking, and mega successful. I’m none of those things. You are used to a certain type of woman. I’m not that woman. Trust me. You’ll be bored in a week, hell a night.” Kat dropped her eyes back to Jack’s chest.

  “Then give me a week to prove you wrong. I want you, Kat. From the moment I saw you holding a tire iron ready to clobber me. That hasn’t changed.”

  Jack twisted a hand through her long hair and tilted her head so she was looking at him. “Come on, Kat, give it a chance. You already know how much your body likes what I can give it. I see what you need, let me have you, take control of your pleasure.”

  Kat frowned “I’m not submissive, Jack. I’ve read books about that sort of thing. I can’t tolerate someone ordering me around.”

  “I’m not someone. I’m going to be your lover, I’m going to show you what that lovely body of yours craves. You like it when I dominate you, Katherine, you like it when I get a little rough.” Kat hissed when he put words to deed and gave her hair a little tug. The prickling at her scalp sent corresponding prickles coursing through her pussy. Damn him.

  “Try and tell me that little tug didn’t make you cream.” Kat blushed guiltily. “There isn’t anything wrong with craving that extra layer of feeling, Katherine. Now imagine how good it would feel to just let go, give yourself to me and allow me to guide your pleasure. I could make that sweet pussy melt for me with just a word or a touch. Give me a week to show you that submitting isn’t some terrible, shameful thing, it’s something beautiful.”

  He was the devil. That deep hypnotic voice, those hands stroking and that impressive ridge under her bottom were hard to ignore. He was right though, her panties were soaked once again and she was fighting the urge to grind herself onto his erection. Normally sex was something she could take or leave. Even though her partners had tried to make her come it wasn’t something she did easily… well ever really, unless she had a vibrator and direct clitoral stimulation. Hell, she could make herself come in thirty seconds flat, over and over and over. But a man had never brought her to climax using just his body. It was one reason her marriage failed. Her husband had tried so hard to please her. So she’d started faking it just to keep him from feeling inadequate… and he’d let her do it, for a while. Then he’d gotten fed up with it, and her, and became a different person altogether.

  So here was Jack, giving her a chance to live a little, to explore a side of herself she’d ignored for almost twenty something years because it wasn’t “normal.” She focused back on Jack’s face. He was watching her calmly. No expression. If she weren’t perched on his erection, she would think him unaffected. Come on, Kat, be brave, she thought.

  “One week, Jack.”

  Jack tried to hide the victory he knew was blazing in his eyes. She was his. Fuck a week. She was his forever, she just needed convincing. His father had told him when he met his mother the attraction had been instant. That he’d felt violent, grateful, possessive, primitive, and elated in a millisecond. He’d felt all those things with Kat, rightness, as if everything finally clicked into place. He saw the uncertain look in her eyes before she dropped her gaze to his shirt and started fiddling with his buttons.

  “If you get tired of me, before then, well, tired of this… what we have, are doing, well just any of it. You have to tell me. No dragging it out. I know I’m not gross or anything, I mean guys do still hit on me, occasionally. Grrrrr… what I’m trying to say is I know you’re accustomed to young, firm, tight, nubile women. I’m not close to any of that. So if the novelty wears off quickly we’ll part with no hard feelings.”

  Jack counted to three. Then tried ten, when the need to tip her over and spank her ass for thinking so poorly of herself, and him, failed to subside. Granted, she only knew what she’d heard on tabloid TV reports or read in the tabloids, hell, even the more serious news outlets spent way too much time speculating on his private life. He and his brother had been matched with numerous women that neither of them had ever met. Regardless of what was reported, their sexual preferences usually culled the field significantly. A little kink in the bedroom was something all Kincaid men had in common.

  “I’ll take your week, Katherine, with an option for more.”

  Kat’s eyes flew up to his sparking fire. She let go of his abused buttons and started poking his chest. She did run hot, he thought with a rueful grin. “Listen up, bub. I’m not a piece of property or a stock option in your damn company. I said a week period. Done. Finished.”

  Jack shook his head. Yep, most of her days were going to be spent over his knee, ass in the air. But he had her agreement and for now he’d let it slide. “We start our week right now. I’m not leaving this apartment until my cock is raw from fucking you.”

  Kat knew she should be appalled by what he was saying, but hearing those words practically growled at her, had the opposite effect. She was so turned on right now that she knew grinding into him would cause her to orgasm, which was exactly what she intended to do.

  Jack grasped her hips, keeping her from making herself come. He could see her intent on her face, not happening. “You’re going to get to come, Katherine, but it’s going to be on my terms.” And with that, he scooted to the end of the couch and lifted her up with him.

  “Wrap your legs around me.” When she’d done as instructed, he grasped her ass and started walking down the hall. “Which one is your bedroom?”

  “Left side door.”

  Jack made his way down the short hallway in record time all but tossing his delicious bundle in the center of the bed. “Strip.”

  Kat knew she’d agreed to this, in theory, but shit, she didn’t have the cover model body this man saw all the time. “Katherine, you have ten seconds to remove your clothing or I will rip them from your body.”

  She’d never moved so fast in her life. In less than ten seconds she’d shucked her pants and t-shirt along with a stretched out dingy bra, yep that was her, sexy smexy. As she was reaching for her panties Jack stopped her.

  “Leave them. You still have a punishment coming.”

  Kat shot up from her reclined position and tried to swing her feet over the edge of the bed. “Dammit, Jack, I refuse to take a punishment from you. Hell, from anyone. I’m a grown woman. Grown women do not get spanked!”

  Jack chuckled while he lazily subdued her struggles. “Little Kat, big girls get spanked all the time in my world. When she continued to struggle, Jack allowed his body weight to rest on her for a minute until she got the point that she wasn’t moving, until he let her. Then he lifted up enough to be on eye level with her nipples.

  “These little beauties like the thought of my hand smacking your ass.” Jack licked softly around each nipple never taking either completely into his mouth.

  “Is there anything you don’t like to eat? Something you’d never cook or order for yourself?

  Kat was trying to focus on his words, but he was licking around her nipples, making comprehension an impossibility. She needed to come so bad she wanted to cry. Lifting up, she rubbed her panty-covered mound onto whatever part of his body she could reach. Oh, yes, right there, just another… Jack bowed away from her at the last possible second. Damn the man.

  “Katherine! Answer me, or I’ll play with you for hours and not let you come.”

  Shit, when he said her name like that she knew he meant business. Okay, something she hate
d. “Root beer.”

  “Good girl, Katherine.” He praised her softly as he finally took one of her nipples into his mouth, causing her to bow off the bed. “That is going to be your safe word. If I do anything that you find painful or too scary you say that word and it all stops. Everything stops and I’ll leave you alone. I need to dominate in bed. I get off knowing I control your pleasure and your pain. I’m not a vanilla kind of guy, little Kat. If you don’t think you can do this, tell me now and we’ll stop everything. I know that sweet little body is wet right now, and it’s not because I’m such a catch. It’s because you are a natural submissive and you need me to take control as much as I need to take it. What’s it to be, Katherine?”

  Couldn’t he just fuck her and get it over with, she thought. Why was he stopping now and making her think? She overthought everything. She just wanted to keep feeling the way he’d made her feel today on the stupid break room table. Maybe he was right and she liked the way he took control. Lord knows she’d changed panties four times today just thinking of the things he said and did to her last night and this afternoon.

  Be brave or be a chicken shit? That is the question. One week of sex with a gorgeous man catering to her every fantasy.. “Why would I ask for it? I never drink that stuff.” She went from reclining to over his lap before she could focus past the pleasure he was giving.

  “Since this is your first punishment I’ll allow you to squirm and scream as much as you need to Katherine. You will receive ten swats and you will count them out.”

  Kat clenched her butt cheeks as the first smack landed. Holy shit. That hurt! She screamed as another landed. “Count them out, Katherine.”

  “Two, she said shakily.

  “No, start again. I told you to count them out. You will learn to follow my instructions.”

  Kat began to squirm trying to get off his lap, maybe she’d gone into this too blind. That had hurt. But before she could wiggle off his lap, he landed another swat and she automatically called out “One, and another, Two…”

  Each blow landed on a different spot and soon the heat and sting morphed into something else that seemed to reach down to her sopping wet pussy. Each blow caused her clit to swell and throb. Her thighs were coated in her arousal. This couldn’t be normal. She was so close to coming and crying it was a toss-up which would happen first.

  “Nine,” she whispered as the tears began to flow down her cheeks and her pussy seeped more juices onto her legs. The tenth blow landed directly on her engorged clit. Kat felt her entire body tighten and release in one long relentless wave of pleasure that literally sent her juices gushing from her body. She was sure later, looking back on this exact moment, she’d be mortified. But right now she only felt the bone-deep pleasure racking her pussy. There was something she needed to do, what was it? Oh, yeah… “Ten.”

  That was the last coherent thought Kat had as Jack landed one more blow on her still pulsing sex… apparently she hadn’t said it fast enough.

  Chapter 4

  Jack felt Kat go limp after that last blow and pulled her upright so he could cradle her against his chest. His Katherine definitely liked being spanked. A moment passed and he felt her lashes flutter against his neck indicating she was coming around. Jack reached across the bed and gathered the blanket that was falling off the other side and wrapped her in it. Her first time experiencing submission and punishment was going to be overwhelming to say the least, he knew he could be, perhaps a smidge overwhelming as well. Coupled with all that had happened in the past thirty-six hours, she needed to be coddled and held for a bit. He might not embrace the lifestyle 24-7 but he definitely adhered to some of its strictures, and aftercare was high on that list.

  Kat didn’t know how much time had passed, she just knew she felt warm, sated and comfortable lying cradled against Jack’s chest. She felt like something had broken open inside of her the moment he’d landed the last blow. All these emotions she’d held inside for so long came pouring out in that moment of pleasure. It had been too much for her to take. She thought she might have even blacked out for a minute. The guilt and shame she’d felt at enjoying the bite of pain and heat from each blow he landed seemed to be purged from her body. Jack was still murmuring words of comfort in a soothing low voice, praising her for being a “good girl” and taking her punishment so well.

  Punishment? That was debatable, she thought. Yeah, at first her ass had been on fire but then it had changed. Morphed into something else, something hot and consuming. Her toes still tingled and aftershocks were still running through her vaginal muscles. Had that been her problem all these years? Sex had never been something she enjoyed, tolerated, yes, because when you love someone you want them to get what they need from you. And let’s face it, it’s easier to just give in than say no and cause issues.

  Discovering erotica in the romance section of the bookstore had rocked her world. After one book she’d been hooked. The things written between those covers had turned her on like nothing she’d ever experienced. Made her curious as to what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of some kind of punishment. She distinctly remembered the few times she’d tried to get her ex to spank her during sex or be a little rough by holding her down. It had been awkward and embarrassing for both of them. He’d seemed to really get into it the first time she’d brought it up. She’d actually kind of enjoyed herself, but she just couldn’t take his commands seriously. As big and burly as he’d been he just didn’t have that spark like the men in the novels. When he’d demanded she touch “his” pussy, she’d almost burst out laughing. It had sounded ridiculous.

  It certainly elicited a different reaction when she read about it in her erotic romance novels. She couldn’t count the number of times she’d snuck into the bathroom with her vibrator and made herself come over and over and over replaying one hot scene after another. So she’d just assumed something was wrong with her. After all her ex was doing everything she asked. Not once did she think he was the problem in the equation. Had to be something wrong with her, either in mind or body, because all her friends loved having sex… regular old sex.

  Jack had just soothed a fear she hadn’t realized she’d had until she’d come so hard with him. There wasn’t a thing wrong with her, mind or body. Well, some people might argue there was plenty wrong with her mind. Maybe it was because her ex had been trying to appease her that it hadn’t worked. She could tell he got frustrated with her when she wanted him to take over in bed. He’d just wanted to fuck and be done with it. Jack was a whole new ballgame.

  Feeling her start to rouse and stretch, Jack opened his eyes and loosened the blanket so she could sit up. “All better, little Kat?”

  Kat ducked her head and nodded. A little embarrassed, now that the moment had passed, at what she’d allowed him to do to her.

  “None of that, Katherine.” Kat felt her muscles clench when he said her full name in that no nonsense voice, his “I’m in charge voice,” was how she thought of it.

  “You will never be ashamed of feeling good. You are too beautiful for words when you come for me, when you submit so prettily. The things I plan on doing to you tonight will make this look like the tame play it is, so no more hiding from me. Understood?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Lie back on the bed and spread your legs until they are hanging over the sides.”

  Kat stared at him dumbly for a few seconds. “Katherine, don’t make me repeat myself, this is your only warning next time you don’t comply I will play with that plump little clit until you can’t put your legs together.”

  His words finally registered and Kat quickly scrambled off of him and positioned herself as he asked. She felt Jack lift her slightly and slide a pillow under her bottom, which caused her legs to fall open ever wider. Could someone die of mortification? She knew she was a mess down there, but it was all his fault.

  “So pink and pretty. If you move that leg in one more inch there will be consequences. I want to see you, all of you
.” Kat immediately stopped her instinctive movement at his threat.

  “All this cream is for me, isn’t it, little Kat?”

  Kat made a mewling sound when she felt his finger run up her labia lightly. Was she supposed to answer? “Yes.”

  “Normally I don’t worry over protocol, Katherine, but I find I need to hear you call me Sir.” Jack glided up the other side of her labia. He was already in too deep with his little Kat.

  Kat whimpered when the gently stroking, teasing fingers slipped into her wet opening. She didn’t know if she could take another orgasm right now. “Jack, uhmmm, Sir, I don’t think I can come again.”

  Jack felt his cock leak pre-cum at her softly uttered words. Poor baby, she would learn she was no longer in control of what she could or would take. Might as well start now. Jack began shuttling two fingers into her already quivering channel. Just as she began to squirm prettily he sucked her engorged clit into his mouth and bit. The resulting explosion almost had him losing all control, freeing his cock and pumping into her until he was sucked dry.