The Cowboy's Secret (Cowboys After Dark: Book 3) by Maggie Carpenter
Authors: Maggie Carpenter
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nosiness, which you call curiosity, and I’m sure there are countless other-”
“Okay,” she interrupted, and finally lifting her eyes to meet his, she murmured, “yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asked, locking her gaze.
“Yes, choice number two.”
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I choose for you to spank me,” she breathed.
As he stared down at her, his hardness pressing against his trousers, he could feel her need. She wanted him to kiss her, to wrap his arms around her, to hold her tightly against him, to press his chest against her breasts, and to completely consume her.
Put her against the wall, there’s no way you can have her over your knee and not lose your mind.
You’re right.
“Go and stand about three feet out, facing the wall over there,” he instructed, pointing to the open area behind the couch. “Lean on your hands waist-high, and arch your back.”
“Okay,” she mumbled, and dropping her head she moved slowly across the room.
As he watched her take up the position he’d described, he knew the butterflies were fluttering in her stomach, he knew she was filled with a hot, nervous apprehension, and he knew he was about to do something she’d suddenly discovered she desperately wanted.
He was all too aware that many women carried the inherent desire to have their bottom warmed by a caring man, or to be tied and hungrily taken, devoured with an uninhibited passion, but for some the need didn’t surface until later in life. His Dominant instinct told him she wanted to be spanked very badly and had probably been thinking about little else since that first night at Tom’s Tavern.
Walking across to his buffet to select the right implement, resisting the temptation to use his hand, he impulsively changed his mind. It was too exquisite a moment; he had to feel it, he had use his palm, he had to fondle her flesh and experience the intimate connection his hand would deliver.
As he turned and moved towards her, his eyes feasting on the luscious sight, he knew he was crossing a line; this was personal, this was real, and he knew exactly where it could lead.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A melia shuddered as his fingers whispered across her backside. She could imagine what a provocative picture she made, and it was fueling an intense craving that had sprung to life. She was humiliated but filled with a carnal heat, she was mortified but tantalized beyond her dreams, she was embarrassed but electric sparks were flying off his fingertips.
A moan escaped her lips as his fingers became his palm, and he cupped her cheeks, one, then the other.
“I know what you’re feelin’,” he whispered, his breath kissing her neck. “I know how delicious and decadent you feel, I know how hot you are, and I know how much you don’t want me to know it.”
“Ooooh,” she bleated, completely at a loss of words.
“This isn’t what I do with the others who have been here, you need to know that. You understand what I’m tellin’ you?”
“Uh-huh,” she muttered.
“Now I’m gonna spank you, and I’m gonna spank you so you’ll know you’ve been punished, but not anywhere near as hard as I could, or probably should.”
“Th-thank you,” she managed.
“One rule, don’t be throwin’ your hands behind you. It ticks me off, and you don’t want me to be ticked off while I’m warmin’ your behind. Got it?”
“Okay, I won’t,” she promised.
Standing at her side he smoothed his hand over the britches, wishing he could yank them down and spank her bare skin, but he knew it would be too much, and not just for her. Deciding to land six on one side then six on the other he went to work, smacking with a moderate degree of zing. She made small uttering sounds, and as each smack landed a radiant heat traveled through his hand, down his arm, and straight to his loins.
Shifting sides he began on her opposite cheek, keeping the same slow, easy rhythm, relishing the plump bottom hidden beneath the thin fabric.
“Okay,” she interrupted, and finally lifting her eyes to meet his, she murmured, “yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asked, locking her gaze.
“Yes, choice number two.”
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I choose for you to spank me,” she breathed.
As he stared down at her, his hardness pressing against his trousers, he could feel her need. She wanted him to kiss her, to wrap his arms around her, to hold her tightly against him, to press his chest against her breasts, and to completely consume her.
Put her against the wall, there’s no way you can have her over your knee and not lose your mind.
You’re right.
“Go and stand about three feet out, facing the wall over there,” he instructed, pointing to the open area behind the couch. “Lean on your hands waist-high, and arch your back.”
“Okay,” she mumbled, and dropping her head she moved slowly across the room.
As he watched her take up the position he’d described, he knew the butterflies were fluttering in her stomach, he knew she was filled with a hot, nervous apprehension, and he knew he was about to do something she’d suddenly discovered she desperately wanted.
He was all too aware that many women carried the inherent desire to have their bottom warmed by a caring man, or to be tied and hungrily taken, devoured with an uninhibited passion, but for some the need didn’t surface until later in life. His Dominant instinct told him she wanted to be spanked very badly and had probably been thinking about little else since that first night at Tom’s Tavern.
Walking across to his buffet to select the right implement, resisting the temptation to use his hand, he impulsively changed his mind. It was too exquisite a moment; he had to feel it, he had use his palm, he had to fondle her flesh and experience the intimate connection his hand would deliver.
As he turned and moved towards her, his eyes feasting on the luscious sight, he knew he was crossing a line; this was personal, this was real, and he knew exactly where it could lead.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A melia shuddered as his fingers whispered across her backside. She could imagine what a provocative picture she made, and it was fueling an intense craving that had sprung to life. She was humiliated but filled with a carnal heat, she was mortified but tantalized beyond her dreams, she was embarrassed but electric sparks were flying off his fingertips.
A moan escaped her lips as his fingers became his palm, and he cupped her cheeks, one, then the other.
“I know what you’re feelin’,” he whispered, his breath kissing her neck. “I know how delicious and decadent you feel, I know how hot you are, and I know how much you don’t want me to know it.”
“Ooooh,” she bleated, completely at a loss of words.
“This isn’t what I do with the others who have been here, you need to know that. You understand what I’m tellin’ you?”
“Uh-huh,” she muttered.
“Now I’m gonna spank you, and I’m gonna spank you so you’ll know you’ve been punished, but not anywhere near as hard as I could, or probably should.”
“Th-thank you,” she managed.
“One rule, don’t be throwin’ your hands behind you. It ticks me off, and you don’t want me to be ticked off while I’m warmin’ your behind. Got it?”
“Okay, I won’t,” she promised.
Standing at her side he smoothed his hand over the britches, wishing he could yank them down and spank her bare skin, but he knew it would be too much, and not just for her. Deciding to land six on one side then six on the other he went to work, smacking with a moderate degree of zing. She made small uttering sounds, and as each smack landed a radiant heat traveled through his hand, down his arm, and straight to his loins.
Shifting sides he began on her opposite cheek, keeping the same slow, easy rhythm, relishing the plump bottom hidden beneath the thin fabric.
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