Driven By Fate(4)

Her back began to rise and fall rapidly. “Anything. You decide.”

“Those are powerful words to someone like me.” He drew the zipper of her jeans down and peeled the denim over her ass. Jesus H. Christ. Her flesh was a meal waiting to be eaten, all but glowing in the dim, reddish light, curving in a manner that demanded a man take her from behind. Often. Even her basic, no-frills panties made him hot. Porter took a fortifying breath. “Give me a safe word.”

“Um…” She blew out a breath. “Beetlejuice?”

He gritted his teeth. “Just don’t say it three times. I don’t feel like sharing.”

Her rich, feminine laugh made his stomach hurt, beyond the all-encompassing arousal he was feeling. Not in an unpleasant way. In an, oh f*ck, kind of way. She was like a diamond being unearthed one sand granule at a time. God help everyone in the vicinity when she was fully revealed. “Who knew there was a sense of humor underneath all that black?”

He swallowed hard. “You know nothing about me.”

“Show me,” she whispered.

“Will I be showing you about me?” He slipped her panties over the curve of her backside. “Or yourself?”

As he waited for an answer he suspected wouldn’t come, he considered his tools. Why should they have the honor of landing on her skin the first time? His hand wanted that glowing skin all to itself. Wanted to make it glow hotter. Light as a feather, he let his palm glide over her supple bottom, closing his eyes to focus on her breathing, the way she pushed herself into his hand. A present wrapped in a bow. So he tore off the wrapping. He dropped his hand, shook it out once and flexed his fingers, before bringing it against her flesh in a biting slap.

She caught her breath on a sob, held it, and released it in a rush. “Oh my god.”

Porter wanted to lick the handprint he’d left behind. Another new, disconcerting urge he’d never experienced. God, everything about her, down to the sound his spanking made on her skin, was electric. He fought the sudden need to know her name, to say it, but he couldn’t ask because the jig would be up. “Is this your first time?”

She dropped her forehead to the bed. “First time I’ve had it done right.”

More irritation surged, but it was overshadowed by the desire to show her how right it could be. Leaning to the side so he could view her profile, he brought his hand down on her ass again, a touch harder than the time before. Her expression robbed him of logic, her beautiful mouth parting on a cry, eyes squeezing shut, fingers curling into the bed. “Finally came to the right place, is that what you think?” Her flesh reverberated with his next blow. “I’m sorry to inform you that this is most definitely not the right place for you. I have no patience for some wet behind the ears girl with a smart mouth.”

His words were partially drowned out by the pounding in his head. Liar. When had he become a liar? He could stand there all day making her flesh sting, soothing it. Putting rapture on her face.

“I won’t say another word if you keep going.”

After her whispered plea, Porter couldn’t help himself any longer. He spread his hands wide on either side of her on the bed and leaned down to plant a kiss on her backside. Hot, smooth. Gorgeous. “Oh, I’ll keep going. If for no other reason than to show you what happens when you walk into my room asking for things you don’t understand.” He trailed his thumb down the center of her ass, stopping just before he reached the damp juncture of her thighs. “Spread your legs. I’d like to know the exact color of your * before I make it cry.”

Her hips shook at the command, but she followed his instructions, tilting her ass up and widening her stance. He wished he hadn’t berated her for the way she talked, because when he expected her to speak and she didn’t, he craved the sound. Almost as much as his body craved her wet, rosy core, so sweetly presented for him. He rewarded her with a biting slap, right over the top of it. Another. Another. Quick, harsh smacks that caused that luscious button of flesh to swell with each strike.

She came. Her smooth back twisted, legs shooting back together to press, press so tightly as she trembled, moaning into the bed. More than anything at that moment, he wanted to see her face. Wanted to…to kiss her mouth and soak in everything he’d made her feel. So easily. Almost no effort. The exquisiteness of her choked him, made him throb head to toe. He wanted the opportunity to do more, show her what he could do, but as soon as she stopped shaking, she was gone from beneath him. All he could do was step back and watch her, holding his breath. For what?

When she finally faced him, Porter almost fell to his knees. She looked like she’d been tied up and ridden for hours, slack and satisfied with eyes that should be staring up at a ceiling. His ceiling.

“Thank you,” she murmured, before stooping down to pick up her shirt.

It took him until she’d pulled on her pants to convince himself of what she’d said. “Thank you?”

She nodded, sending hair falling over one eye, but she shoved it behind her ears. “Yeah.” Both of her hands found their home in the back pockets of her jeans. “I should get out of here before the person you’re supposed to meet gets here, huh?” She turned toward the door, throwing him a wink over her shoulder. “Thanks for playing along.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “You knew that I knew?”