Spanking Sydney (6 page)

Max reached for the pepper. “I didn’t exactly ask for it, but since it came with a promotion, I wasn’t about to turn it down.”

Lucky for her.

The conversation came just as easily throughout dinner. They talked about everything, including her life in Seattle and his in Dallas, and she was surprised to learn that they had a lot of things in common. Surprisingly, there weren’t any of those awkward silences that usually accompanied so many first dates she’d been on, either.

She caught herself. Whatever this was, it was most definitely not a date, no matter how much it felt like one. And it did feel like one, especially when Max asked if she wanted to walk down the pier and check out the sights after dinner. The only thing that would have made the evening better was if Max had slipped his arm around her.

As they drove back to the hotel a few hours later, Sydney had to admit she was a little nervous. Not about being with Max, but about what she hoped they’d do once they got to their room. If this were going to go any further, she was going to have to make the next move. Heck, she’d probably have to make the one after that, too. She could tell Max was interested in her, but apart from the spankings he’d given her, he’d been the perfect gentleman. Come to think of it, he’d been the perfect gentleman while he’d been giving her those spankings, too. Even after she’d bent over the desk and flipped up her skirt. A lot of men would have taken advantage of that particular  position. Not that she would have minded if he had.

She couldn’t blame Max for not making a move on her sexually. He’d told her he had worked long and hard to get where he was in the company. One inappropriate advance toward her, and that would all be over with. Which meant she was going to have to make sure he knew that whatever happened between them, it was because she wanted it to happen.

“Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?” she asked when they got back to the room.

He tossed the key card on the dresser. “Go ahead.”

Bending down beside her bag, Sydney took out the shorts and cami-top she’d brought to sleep in, but then hesitated. So far, Max hadn’t responded to any of her other subtle hints. Maybe it was time to do something a little more obvious.

Shoving the shorts and cami-top to the bottom of the bag, she made a soft sound of frustration. “I can’t believe this.”

“What is it?” Max asked.

She gave him a sheepish look. “I…um…” She glanced down at her suitcase, then back at him. “This is so embarrassing. I usually sleep naked, so I didn’t bring anything to wear to bed, and now that we’re sharing a room…” She let her voice trail off as she glanced down at her suitcase again. “I suppose I could just sleep in my clothes.”

Max regarded her for a moment, then walked over and pulled a shirt from his suitcase. He held it out to her. “Here. You can borrow this.”

Sydney reached out to take the shirt from him. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

His mouth curved. “I don’t mind.”

Giving him a smile, she turned and went into the bathroom. She closed the door and leaned against it, Max’s shirt in her hands and a silly grin on her face. She lifted it to her face, inhaling deeply. Mmmm, she could smell him all over it. 

Hanging the shirt on the back of the door, she undressed, then hopped in the tub for a quick shower. After drying off, she put on fresh panties, but opted to go without her bra. She slipped into Max’s shirt, studying her reflection in the mirror as she did up the buttons. The shirt hung down to mid-thigh, and with only a few of the buttons done up, it revealed not only lots of leg, but her cleavage as well.

Sydney had intentionally left her toothbrush and other toiletries in her suitcase so she’d have to make multiple trips back and forth to get what she needed. She wanted to give Max every opportunity to check her out. Running her fingers through her hair, she took a deep breath, then opened the bathroom door.

Max was paging through the same magazine he’d been looking at earlier. He glanced up when she came out, only do a double take at the sight of her. He’d already changed clothes, and was now wearing pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. Damn, the man looked gorgeous in whatever he put on.

He regarded her in silence, taking in the man’s shirt, his gaze lingering on her bare legs. Sydney smiled.

“I just came out to get my toothbrush.”

Bending over at the waist, Sydney gave him a good view of her cleavage as she rummaged through her suitcase. She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes to find his gaze fixed on her breasts and a slight bulge in his pajama bottoms. Coming up with her toothbrush and toothpaste, she gave him another smile before sauntering back into the bathroom.

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Max stifled a groan as Sydney disappeared. He’d been totally stunned when she’d dropped that bombshell about sleeping in the nude. The mere thought of her sleeping naked beside him was enough to get him aroused. He’d come completely unglued if she actually did it. And when she’d come out wearing his shirt with half the buttons undone? His cock got so hard it was almost painful. He couldn’t believe anyone could look that good in just a plain, ol’ button-up shirt. It hadn’t hurt that she’d bent over to give him a spectacular view of her amazing cleavage. There were a few times he thought he might actually get a peek at her nipples, but he hadn’t been that lucky.

When they’d first checked into the hotel, he’d wondered if Sydney’d had anything to do with the mix-up with the rooms, but after that little performance of hers, he was sure of it. And now that she was prancing around half naked, he was pretty sure she’d lifted her skirt and bent over his desk the other day because she’d liked getting her ass warmed.

But if spanking Sydney was unprofessional, that paled to having sex with her. She worked for him, for crying out loud.

The bathroom door opened again, intruding on his thoughts. Max pretended to read, but when Sydney turned her back to him and bent over to rummage around in her suitcase again, he couldn’t help but stare.

The shirt he’d given Sydney to wear had ridden up, giving him not only a great view of her shapely legs, but an even better view of her gorgeous ass, complete with a tiny barely-there pair of panties. Max almost groaned. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?

His jaw dropped as she spread her legs further to dig deeper into her suitcase. The move made her panties ride up, pulling the material tightly up into the folds of her pussy. His cock throbbed in his pants.

Retrieving whatever she needed from her suitcase, Sydney straightened up and went into the bathroom without so much as a glance his way. She came back out almost immediately.

“I’m done, if you want to use the bathroom.”

He should have done the smart thing and stayed where he was. Hell, he should have waited until she climbed under the covers and fell asleep. Careful to avoid looking at her, he tossed the magazine on the table and headed for the bathroom.

“Ooops.” Sydney slipped past him. “I forgot my brush. Let me grab it real quick.”

As she picked it up, it slid out of her hand and fell to the floor. Without missing a beat, she bent over to pick it up, stepping back just enough so that her ass rubbed up against his raging hard-on.

Max drew in a sharp breath. Grabbing her wrist, he spun her around and took the hairbrush from her. “Okay, I can take a hint.”

Sydney blinked up at with those beautiful blue eyes. For a moment, he thought she was going to feign innocence, but then she looped her arms around his neck, her lips curved. “It took you long enough. I was afraid I might have been too subtle.”

He put his arms around her, pulling her snug against his erection. “I might be a little slow, but like I said, I can take a hint. If you wanted a spanking, though, all you had to do was ask.”

She pulled back, her eyes wide. “A sp-spanking?” 

“That is what you want, isn’t it?”

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Sydney’s pulse skipped a beat. Was that what she wanted? As long as it was followed by mad-monkey sex this time, she certainly wouldn’t mind having her ass warmed. Her pussy quivered at the thought.

“You do want me to give you a spanking, don’t you, Sydney?”

Max’s voice was soft and warm as honey. She shivered. “Among other things.”

Giving her a wicked smile, he took her hand and led her into the outer room. He sat down on the edge of the big bed, and in one swift motion, sent her tumbling over his knee. The movement knocked the breath from her, and she automatically shoved herself up. A strong hand on her back pushed her down. She craned her neck to look at him over her shoulder.

“You’re a very bad girl, you know that?” Max put his other hand on her upturned ass and gave it a squeeze. The heat from his touch seemed to brand her skin through the thin material of her panties, and she gasped. “Trying to get me turned on with all that bending over you were doing. Reserving one room instead of two.”

She looked away as she felt her face color. She was caught, so she should admit to it, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Max chuckled. “I thought so.”

A tremor of excitement ran through her. For days, she’d been dreaming about Max spanking her again, but she didn’t realize how much she’d wanted him to do it until now. But this time felt different than the other ones. Was it because she knew this spanking was going to be followed by sex? Her pussy—already wet from all the half-naked prancing around she’d done—got positively drenched at the thought.

“Are you ready?”

Sydney nodded.

Max lifted his hand and brought it down sharply on her ass. The sound seemed to reverberate in the room, and she let out a startled little yelp. No matter how many times he spanked her, she’d always be amazed by how much that very first smack stung

She bit her lip and waited for the next one When it came, she let out another cry. She knew she should keep the noise level to a minimum since they were in a hotel room, but as Max’s hand came down again and again on her derriere, she couldn’t help but squeal after each and every smack. After a while, she didn’t even try to muffle the sound. It wasn’t any louder than the spanking her boss was giving her. Max obviously didn’t agree. He reached around with his free hand to cover her mouth, stifling the noise.

He bent to put his mouth close to her ear. “Shhh”

She nodded, silently telling him she’d behave herself. But he didn’t take his hand away. Instead, he kept her mouth tightly covered as he went back to spanking her. If she thought being held down while he spanked her was hot, that was nothing compared to how much of a turn-on it was having his hand over her mouth. He alternated from one cheek to the other, until her entire bottom was stinging from the smacks.

When he stopped to squeeze her stinging ass, she closed her eyes and moaned against his hand. God, that felt amazing.

She felt Max’s fingers on the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. Leaving the skimpy bit of material banded around her thighs, he trailed his hand up the back of her legs to caress her bare bottom.

Sydney moaned again, spreading her legs as she felt his hand go between them. Max ran his fingers along her pussy lips to tease her clit with little circular motions before plunging deep inside her wetness.

She caught her breath, her pussy clenching around his finger as he slowly moved it back and forth inside her.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to do more than that since his hand was still over her mouth. That didn’t keep her from making a soft sound of protest when he pulled his finger out of her pussy a moment later. She’d hoped he might play with her clit again.

She mumbled her protest, but it came out as a muffled squeal as his hand smacked her naked ass.

Max brought his hand down again and again, each spank harder than the one before. Sydney squirmed on his lap. She hadn’t thought her panties had been much protection, but now that he was spanking her on the bare bottom, she realized exactly how much protection they’d been.

He didn’t just concentrate on her ass cheeks either, but smacked the backs of her thighs, too, before turning his attention to her very tender sit-spots. By the time he stopped to caress her stinging bottom, she was wiggling so much he had to release her mouth to wrap his arm around her waist.

Despite how much the spanking stung, Sydney loved every minute of it—and so did her pussy. The more Max spanked her, the more turned on she got. So while part of her was a little nervous when he stopped and reached for the hairbrush, there was another part that couldn’t wait for him to use it on her.

Max didn’t spank her right away, though. Instead, he caressed her bottom with the brush. The smooth wood felt incredibly cool against her hot skin, and she lifted herself up on her toes. Which, of course, was the precise moment Max chose to bring the brush down on her ass with a resounding smack. Another followed on its heels, and another, and another. It stung way more than his hand had.

“Owwww! Owwww! Owwww!”

She waited for Max to cover her mouth again. When he didn’t, she buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries. Max paddled her with the wooden hairbrush until she was kicking so wildly he had to throw his other leg on top of both of hers to hold her in place.

Then, just when Sydney thought she couldn’t take any more, Max tossed aside the hairbrush and cupped her burning ass.

She gasped at the feel of his hand on her red-hot skin, only to moan softly with pleasure when he began to gently massage her derriere. Even though her skin was hyper-sensitive from the spanking he’d given her, his caresses were practically orgasmic. She’d had no idea her ass was such an erogenous zone. Unable to help herself, she wiggled against him—and his extremely hard cock.

Max groaned and took her arm to gently guided her to her feet. She gazed down at him with half closed eyes, her long hair tousled, her panties at her ankles, and her borrowed shirt barely concealing her breasts. Max pulled her close, burying his hand in her hair as he covered her mouth with his.