VICTORIOUS (A Quantum Novel)(53)

“We can’t have that.” He helps me up and onto the bed, where he sits back against a pile of pillows and arranges me over his lap with my head cushioned by another pillow. His hard cock is pressed against my belly, which lets me know he’s not unaffected by this, despite his businesslike demeanor. “Better?”

“I guess.”

“Do we need to add to the number to address your attitude?”

“You have to admit this isn’t fair!”

“It also isn’t fair that your dog bit my ass.”

“I didn’t bite your ass.”

“If you had bitten my ass, I wouldn’t be punishing you. Trust me on that.”

I’m intrigued by this insight. “Good to know.”

“I’d also remind you that you laughed after my butt was bitten.”

“It was funny! And you laughed the first time she bit you. How was I to know this was different?”

His hand comes down on my ass, the sharp cracking sound echoing through the big room. “Count them.”

“One,” I say, my teeth tight with the indignation, which is only exacerbated by the spread of heat from my bottom to my clit. How is this turning me on? My nipples tingle as well, which nearly makes me growl in aggravation. I feel like my body is betraying me.

His hand lands on the other side, near where my cheek meets my leg.

“Two.”

By eight, I’m sobbing from the need for release. By nine, I’m on the verge of begging, and when the tenth spank lands in the same spot as the first, I can’t hold back any longer. My entire body seizes from the explosive release that overtakes me.

Flynn’s fingers delve between my cheeks to slide through the flood of moisture. “I don’t recall giving you permission to come.”

I don’t even have the wherewithal to apologize, to beg for mercy, to do anything other than breathe and feel. Then he’s turning me over. His hands slide up my legs, parting them as he settles on top of me, wiping away my tears with his fingers.

“I need to be inside you, Nat.” His face is flushed, his eyes alive with desire.

I reach for him, wanting him as badly as he seems to want me. I’m sore and swollen, so he goes slowly, giving me time to adjust. This time isn’t about playing. This is all about love. He never looks away from me as he makes slow, easy love to me. When he reaches beneath me to cup my sore cheeks, I wince from the bite of pain that morphs into pleasure.

“Natalie, God… I love you so much. I feel so lucky to have found you. Tell me you love me, too.”

I put my arms around him, holding him as close to me as I can get him. “I do, you know I do.”

“Tell me.”

“I love you, Flynn, more than anything.”

His low growl precedes his orgasm. He pushes into me, throws his head back and lets himself go. Seeing him lost in me, in the passion we create together, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

He lands on me, gathers me up and holds me as we come down from the incredible high. “I came in here telling myself we’d remove the plug, I’d give you one good orgasm, and then it was off to bed.”

“Didn’t go quite as planned, huh?”

“You can blame your buddy Fluff for that.”

“I’m sorry she bit you.”

“No, you’re not!”

I descend into giggles all over again. “Yes, I am! I’m genuinely sorry. I can’t believe how naughty she’s gotten as she gets older. She never used to be like this.”

“Since I owe her a tremendous debt of gratitude for leading you to me, I’ll let her continue to live here.”

“Well, that’s a relief, since you just talked me into moving here. I’d hate to have to relocate again.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“If Fluff goes, I go.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You might want to remember to shut the door, too.”

“I’ll definitely remember that.” He raises his head to look down at me, his sexy lips curved into a smile. “Had yourself a good little laugh at my expense, didn’t you?”

“I can’t wait to tell Marlowe and your sisters about this.”

“You’d better not…”

“What’s it worth to you?”

“A lot.”