The Seduction of Kinley Foster (What Happens in Vegas) (16 page)

Chapter Twenty-Four

The day took forever to end.

Ian sat through fifteen pitches and attended a few sessions. He had lunch with an editor from Hachette. Kept an eye out for Kinley the whole day and never saw her. He’d thought about calling her or texting her, but that felt too much like a real relationship.

Finally, they were alone in his suite. And the time had come for the spanking.

He leaned against the bar. “Take your jeans off,” he said, aware his voice was low and rough. Not the calm tone he’d been attempting.

She lifted her chin. Her eyes flashed with mutiny, but she reached for her waistband. She unsnapped her jeans and slipped them off.

An ache to possess Kinley rocketed through his body. He took a deep breath and exhaled. Reminded himself of the role of the dominant. To be her protector, her strength, and her biggest fan. But mostly, to be in control.

He’d figured it was a long shot that she would actually let him spank her when the time came. His heart drummed in his chest as he waited for her to comply. He needed to spank her, for himself as well as for her. This was the first step in her admitting he was a man she could trust—something he needed from her.

She reached for her panties.

Heat coiled in his stomach. “Leave them on.”

Her long, toned legs were amazing. The scrap of silk panty was tantalizingly small. He pointed to the couch. “Lay down. With your head on your forearms and your ass in the air.” He folded his arms and waited.

She set her lips in a stubborn line. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath under her T-shirt. She walked to the couch. Her movements were graceful, haughty, confident. So unlike the sixteen-year-old who’d literally fallen into his arms and asked him to take her virginity, back when she trusted him.

She stretched herself across the couch, her bottom in the air, facing him.

He ached to touch her. To explore her body. To give her the man-made orgasm she’d asked for the night before. But to do so would threaten his ability to finish the punishment. There would be time later for caresses.

He crossed the room and reached for her panties and slid them half-way down her thighs.

Her skin was creamy, unflawed. Her hips womanly, her ass voluptuous, perfect.

She spread her legs slightly, and his blood heated.

He could see her engorged, glistening sex. This aroused her. The realization caused his cock to harden. His muscles tensed. He imagined exploring between the plump folds of her sex. Anticipation pushed him to hurry, so they could get to the part that happened after punishment.

“Before I spank you, I’m going to take a picture of you in the submissive position. When I’m finished, I’m going to take another picture of your bottom, branded from my hand.”

“Why?”

“Because being photographed is another angle of—what did you call it? Oh yeah, non-vanilla sex.”

“Does it turn you on to snap shots of me in this submissive position?” Her voice sounded breathless.

He stood over her and shook his head in wonder of her breathtaking sexiness. “If I told you the things I want to do to you right now, bent over with your panties pulled down, you would faint from the shock.”

…

Kinley thought about telling him no, he couldn’t take pictures, but what he said made her more than just a little aroused. She’d never thought about being photographed. But now that it was about to happen, a barrage of ideas and other scenarios in which he could photograph her poured through her brain. Damn. She might come the minute he spanked her. “When this week is over, you have to promise to delete them.”

She had spent the day writing. An idea for a novella, based on what she and Ian were doing, came to her during her shower. She’d skipped the sessions and found a quiet place to type. The story flowed from her fingers to the keyboard at an unbelievable rate…until she reached the ending. She was going to have to go back in and add a photo-shoot scene.

He laid his hand on her bottom and rubbed.

She jumped. Man, his hand was big. Did that mean the spanking would hurt more?

“If I say yes, do you trust me to keep the promise?” he asked.

She started to say no but realized she did trust him to delete the embarrassing photos. The realization caused something hot to rush up her throat. She didn’t do trust. Yet here she was…trusting. Him.

A dynamic had changed between them.

They were bonding. When did that happen?

“I didn’t hear your answer.”

“Yes.” How could one word be so full of meaning? She wasn’t sure how she felt about bonding with Ian. It was one thing to have incredible sexual experiences with him. But trust?

He removed his hand.

She turned her head to see him.

He took his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of her looking up at him with her head on her arms, her ass in the air, and her panties pulled down.

Then he stepped behind her and took a picture from that angle.

“Spread your knees a little.”

She did, and her heart thumped against her chest like a woodpecker trying to peck its way out of a cage to get to its mate. Could he tell she was aroused?

She noticed the bulge in his jeans. He was as aroused as she was.

He took another picture. Then he walked back to her side and placed the phone—with the picture showing—on the couch beside her arms so she could see herself. He laid a hand on her behind. Rubbed.

The soft stroking relaxed her. “You’ll stop if I use my safe phrase?”

“Of course. Tell me why I’m spanking you.”

“Because I broke the rules.” What would her heroine say?
Because you’re an ass who told me I can’t write sex?

“Correct. I’m spanking you to remind you of who is in charge in this relationship. Not to bully you.”

She swayed her hips, wanting him to slide his fingers between her legs. To feel her wetness. “And to teach me about kinky sex.” This was kinky for her. Would they get around to exploring the other avenues of kink she’d mentioned? Their time was running out.

“When engaging in the kind of sex you want to write about, someone’s the dominant partner. For us, that’s me.” He spread his fingers and squeezed her glutes. He leaned closer to her. “I’ll never lie to you. Do you believe me?”

She glanced into his eyes. His expression gentle and loving. She tried not to shiver. Didn’
t succeed.
“I’m trying.” Was he telling the truth about Stacy? Had she hated him all these years unjustly? He’d asked her if she remembered their conversation the night before about Stacy. She’d lied—told him she didn’t. But she did.

His jaw clenched. He placed one hand under her hips to hold her in place and then administered the first slap.

The contact stung, and she jumped. “
Damn it. That hurt.
” A good kind of hurt. Here was a man bold enough to be in charge. Strong enough to take over when she wanted to relax her guard.

“This is for calling me a liar.” Three swift smacks landed on her bottom in the same place.

Tears sprung to her eyes.
I will not cry.
She may be playing the part of a submissive, but she was going to play the part of a strong submissive. One with a mouth that would drive her dominant crazy.

He stopped and rubbed. “Are you okay?”

She nodded.

“I can’t hear a nod.”

She bit back a smile. “I’m just peachy.”

“
Good.
” Three more, quick, hard thwacks scorched her bottom just above the crease where her bum and legs joined. “Those were for taking out your vibrator when I told you to leave it in.”

She tried to roll away from him. To see how dominant he was going to play his role.

He held her in place. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Dear Lord, he played the alpha beautifully. “I’m sorry. You had me so horny I couldn’t think straight.”

“Who were you thinking about when you were singing?”

She shook her head—didn’t answer.

He landed another swat on her cheeks. “When I ask you a question, you must answer me.”

She groaned. “Being satisfied by you.” She glanced up at him and gave him a sultry look. She wanted to distract him, so he’d be done with the spanking and get on with the pleasuring.

He stroked her bottom. “Do you have a desire to have sex in a public place some day? Where others can watch?”

She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Absolutely.”
Maybe.

His hand came down hard.

She cried out in surprise. That one felt more real. “You’re hurting me.”

“That was for tattling to your brother about Stacy, before I could speak to him.”

She flushed. “
You can
’t spank me for something that happened in the past.” She collapsed on the couch and rolled over on her back before he could react. She kicked her panties off and tried to get up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He held her down with an arm against her stomach, his expression fierce and determined. “I didn’t hear the safe phrase.”

She clenched her jaw. “Because I didn’t say it.”

He made a noise that sounded ominous. “Then this session isn’
t over.
”

She felt her stomach free fall as if jumping out of a plane’s window. This felt real. Like they weren’t playing a game. Like they were really in a relationship in which he ruled. “
You can
’t punish me for something that didn’t occur this week.”

“Roll over.” The two-word demand left little room for argument.

She clenched her fists. “
I don
’t have to. I can use my safe phrase.” She refused to make it easy for him to be the dominant one. He was going to have to earn the title.

Their gazes locked.

Neither of them blinked.

“Kinley, who’s in charge?” his voice was steady, soothing. Nothing like her angry one.

A knot formed in her throat. Damn him for being sensible. She couldn’t argue with sensible. “You are.”

“Roll over,” he said softly.

She hissed out a breath. She flopped over and stuck her ass in the air. She gritted her teeth and waited for the contact of his hand on her derrière.

He spanked her several more times. She didn’t make a sound. She refused to give him the satisfaction.

Then he stopped.

She waited to see if it was a trick. When nothing else happened, she glanced back at him.

Beads of perspiration dampened his temples. His nostrils flared.

He picked up the phone and took a picture of her bare ass—no doubt bright red from his hand. Then he tossed the phone on the coffee table and stood. He held out a hand to her. “Come.”

She sat up on her knees. “Where?”

His face softened. “We need to take care of your bottom.”

She lifted her brows. “You mean my ass?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. He’d just gone all real-dominant on her ass. And…and…it turned her on. But he was the enemy.

No
—not the enemy.

A man who would always have her back if she gave him her backside. Or that’s how it would work if they were in a real relationship between a dominant and a submissive. This was just for research.

He gave her a lopsided smile. A smile that shouted “I’m a man who can be playful.” A smile that melted her defenses. “And a fine one it is,” he said. “Then I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

Her girly parts applauded. He knew exactly what to say to make her pant, to make her forget her misgivings. To remind her how much she wanted him to give her an orgasm that had nothing to do with a vibrator. But she wasn’t ready to make it easy for him. “Let’s get one thing straight.” She walked toward the bedroom.

“And what would that be?”

“Now, that my punishment is over—I’m the one in control.”

He chuckled: a rich, warm sound. “That you are, love…that you are.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Kinley unzipped Ian’s slacks and lowered them down his muscular legs. His erection sprung to life. “
Commando?
” She didn’t take him for the sort. She had him pegged as a Versace boxer boy.

“I like the freedom.” He stepped out of his pants and kicked them away.

Kinley licked her lips. Her eyes fixed on him. On an aroused cock that intimidated and thrilled her at the same time. “Did spanking me do that to you?”

He didn’t reply immediately.

She peeked up at him with heavy eyes—desire making it hard to keep them open.

“I couldn’t help but notice being spanked turned you on,” he said, standing at ease. Broad shoulders. Lean hips. Legs wide apart. Completely comfortable being stared at by her. “Do you forgive me for hurting you?”

“I wanted you to slide your fingers in me between spankings.”

His jaw clenched. “We can’t mix punishment with pleasure.”

She gulped. “What if, next time, I pleasure myself while you’re spanking me?”

His nostrils flared. “Does that mean you’re going to let me spank you again?”

They only had two days left. She didn’t plan on giving him any reason to spank her between now and then. Which meant this part of their experiment was over. She couldn’t help but feel some sadness at the realization. She shook off the melancholy. “Not likely,” she said with a cocky smirk.

She walked to the bed and crawled to the middle of the king-size mattress. She rested her forearms on the bed and raised her ass in the air before glancing back at him. “Do you know anything else to do with a woman’s ass besides spanking it?”

“Oh, I think I can come up with a couple of things you might enjoy.” He walked to the bed, bent down, and kissed her ass. “Watching you sing on stage last night was the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He dotted kisses everywhere.

She stilled
.
Had her singing been okay? “So I wasn’
t awful at karaoke?
”

“I didn’t say that. But you had a slow burn in your eyes. The same burn you get when you’re coming. And I knew, when the night was over, your cute ass would be tumbling into my bed. Grasping my sheets. Crying out my name. Not the name of those idiots in skirts you were flirting with.”

Kinley didn’t want to dwell on last night’
s fiasco.
“Did you know they go commando under their skirts?”

He bit her bottom. “I’m not happy that you know.”

She jerked.
“Don’t even think about spanking me for something that’s said during foreplay.”

He laughed. “I bet they jacked-off thinking about you last night.”

She scooted away and lay down on her back. Spreading her legs, she ran a finger over her center, causing her hips to lift off the bed. She touched herself again, and a low moan escaped her lips. “Did you?”

“Did I jack-off thinking about you?”

She nodded.

He smiled—a smile that had power shining through. “What do you think?” He went between her legs and spread them wider. Opened her folds with his hands and then flicked her pink bud with his tongue.

Her back arched off the bed. “Oh God.”

“You like that, do you?” He flicked it again and again and again. Then he licked her center.

“It’s beginning to give me some satisfaction.” Her voice was breathless. She lifted her legs in the air.

He bent them until her knees were flush with her chest.

She squirmed, liking the feel of the sheets against her bruised ass.

He held her firm. “You’
re clitoris is so engorged.
” He pinched it.

She gasped. No one had ever done that. It wasn’t proper. Nice guys didn’t do that.

He pinched it again.

She squirmed. The pain made her hot. Hot for him. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He placed his cock at the apex of her warmth and teased by sinking the thick tip in. “Or do you need more preparation?”

“Don’t be an ass.”

He ran his finger around her anus. “Did you say go in your ass?”

She stilled. “No.” There was not proper and then there was NOT PROPER.

“No what?” He sounded so caught up in the moment, almost as if his control was about to snap.

“Not there.” She couldn’t cross that bridge with him. A lady could only take so many new experiences in one week.

He pinched her clitoris again, and she groaned.

“Someday—I’m going to go there,” he said.

She shook her head.

“But not until you’re ready.”

“Okay.” The word of permission slid out easily. They both knew someday wouldn’t—

He moved back, leaned down and licked her hard. He didn’t let up on the pressure until her breathing sounded like the steam coming from a freight train.

“Don’t,” she gasped out. She didn’t want to come yet.

He gave one more long, rough lick. “I want to hear the soft mewling noise you make when you come.”

She dove her fingers into his hair. “Then satisfy me like you promised everyone in the club you were going to do.”

He dropped her legs and raised above her. Grabbed the condom off the nightstand and put it on.

She watched, her body pulsing with desire. “I need you inside of me.” She wriggled and felt the soft scrape of satin across her ass… Her ass that no doubt held the imprint of his hand. She moved again enjoying the sensation. Enjoying the memory of his dominance.

He shifted his hips above her. “Say please.”

She’d never begged a man for anything. “Please.”

“Happily.” He lowered himself and thrust in. Not slow. Quickly, as if his control broke.

She arched hard. Her mewling turned to a growl. God. They’d just started, and her orgasm was about to happen. Was that what spanking did to her?

An assault of energy vibrated through her, wiping away her ability to think, leaving unfettered throbs in its wake. She rode the derailment of sensations that seized and swirled, bucking against him until the storm of pleasure quieted.

“I take it you liked that?” he said.

Somehow, she managed to open her eyes.

Ian stared intently at her, his blues dark and heated.

“Oh God, that was beyond like.” Every inch of her skin tingled as her muscles continued to softly contract around him.

His lips tilted up. “You’re so beautiful.” His hair was damp from sweat. A sex-tousled mess. And she’d never seen him look so gorgeous.

She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Your turn. I want you to feel what I just felt.”

He kissed her forehead. “Not yet.” He reached between them. His thumb did magical things.

“
Ooooh.
” Another surge of heat enveloped her with ripples of ecstasy. “I think I want you to spank me every night.” She leaned up and bit his ear and then fell back on the bed.

His eyes glazed over. “I’d be happy to.” He pumped fiercely.

She watched his face as she met his thrusts with her own, fascinated by the flush that darkened his cheeks. When he stilled and closed his eyes, she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. At the same time, she grabbed his ass and dug her nails in.

A sound that was all satisfied male came out of his throat.

She laughed.

Pure, powerful, female, happiness.