Sophie's Voice (Sex and the Season Book 4) by Helen Hardt

More.
    â€œAgain, please.”
    And again his hand descended upon her bare buttocks. Once more, the pain transformed into pleasure, and this time, something nudged her clitoris. His finger? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was she was flying again, another intense climax overtaking her.
    Release. Sweet release.
    â€œYou like that? You like coming for me?” Zach’s voice was raspy with lust. “I like it when you come for me. You’re so beautiful, and your arse such an alluring shade of raspberry.”
    Sophie gripped the edges of the desk and braced herself. “Again.”

CHAPTER NINE
    H is hand came down upon her, harder this time. She winced, clawing at the desk, wanting—no, needing —more. The pain… It was what she craved—the way it shimmered into pleasure…
    â€œAnd again, please.”
    Even harder this time his hand came down upon her. God, such heavenly sensation… Bliss. Pure unadulterated bliss.
    â€œPlease, Zach… Again!”
    The softness of his lips met her derriere. “No, my sweet, you’ve had enough for one day. You’re new to this. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
    Sophie loosened her grip on the edge of the desk. Rationality flooded back into her brain. What had she been doing? Here she was, naked, bent over a mahogany desk, letting a man she barely knew spank her bare bottom. She should be ashamed of herself. Oddly, though, she wasn’t. For some reason, what had just transpired felt very natural to her.
    Zach was gently massaging her stinging bum. “I have some salve that will help the smarting. Of course, there is no broken skin. I would never do that to you.”
    Soon his warm hands were rubbing something oily and soothing over her buttocks.
    â€œIt’s beeswax and oil of rosemary. It will help the stinging.”
    Sophie closed her eyes. Dear Lord, she didn’t want to help the stinging. She wanted to remember it forever. “Truly, I’m fine.”
    â€œYes, you’ll be fine,” Zach said, “but I don’t want you hurting on the morrow.”
    â€œI promise you I am fine.”
    â€œIndulge me, then. I quite like massaging you.” He continued to rub the sweet-smelling ointment onto her. His hands were warm and firm.
    She tingled all over, savoring his touch.
    â€œYou were able to take quite a lot,” Zach said. “Most women can’t take that much their first few times.”
    Sophie stifled a sob. Most women. Others had come before her. Of course, she knew that. She just didn’t expect him to tell her about them. Then again, he was not courting her. No reason existed for him to be faithful to her. However, a bit of her heart broke at that moment. She was having feelings she had never even imagined, feelings she’d never had for Lord Van Arden or anyone else, even Frederick McKenzie, a young man she had known when she was but a blossoming teenager. He had been majestic and refined, and she had longed for him to pay her the slightest bit of attention. He hadn’t, but she dreamed of him for years. He’d been too old for her at the time, but the thoughts of him had given her pleasure. She’d needed the pleasure to escape the pain in her life.
    â€œThere you are.” Zach removed his hands from her.
    Immediately she mourned the loss of his hands upon her. He stood and turned her away from the desk to face him. Perspiration gleamed over his beautiful face and hard glistening body.
    â€œPlease, forgive me if I took it to an extreme. You’re just so ravishing, and you seemed to want it so badly. I could never live with myself if I’d hurt you.”
    Sophie forced a smile. “You didn’t hurt me. I…enjoyed it.”
    â€œI’m glad you did. I enjoyed it too.” He brushed his lips over hers in the softest of kisses. “I’ve loved every minute I’ve spent with you, from listening to