Welcome to Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. Here’s another snippet from Grand Slam. I’ve skipped forward a way in the story now you’ve had some of the background… sneaking up on the seriously sexy stuff. I hope you enjoy it!
I knew she’d fucking liked it. I’d known all along—her body couldn’t lie—but the fact she’d admitted it first to herself and now to me was progress. It didn’t mean, of course, that she’d throw herself to her knees in front of me and call me Master, but I hoped it meant she was up for some exploration. With me. At least I hoped with me and not bloody Peter, not that he gave off any signs of being anything other than vanilla, but hey, most guys could be persuaded.
No, it had to be me, and she obviously trusted me to have confessed that much. And I desperately wanted that trust to extend further—for her to allow me to help her to delve into the side of her that had secretly enjoyed the pain and to see how far that side went. Could she trust me with that pleasure?
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I knew she’d fucking liked it. I’d known all along—her body couldn’t lie—but the fact she’d admitted it first to herself and now to me was progress. It didn’t mean, of course, that she’d throw herself to her knees in front of me and call me Master, but I hoped it meant she was up for some exploration. With me. At least I hoped with me and not bloody Peter, not that he gave off any signs of being anything other than vanilla, but hey, most guys could be persuaded.
Alexei’s cock threatened to tear right through his jeans and punch a hole in Zoe’s breakfast bar. She was just so damn irresistible, and from what he could tell, it was completely unintentional. His comment about taking a good spanking had first of all caused her face to drain of all color, then a few seconds later, redden. It seemed the two of them were firmly on the same page, much to his relief. Despite that, Zoe still had the look of an animal caught in headlights—maybe it was indecision and what-ifs playing on her mind?
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