Josie Roberts couldn’t believe she’d agreed to go on a real, live, honest-to-goodness date with the man who’d been spanking her for the past eight weeks. Well, he hadn’t spanked her for real, only online. But it had been more erotic than anything she’d ever experienced.
She ventured closer so she could get a better look only to stop in her tracks when she realized that one of the dark-haired men standing there was her ex-boyfriend Gavin Elliot.
Damn. With all the restaurants in Savannah, he had to pick this one.
Maybe he wouldn’t see her. But that hope was dashed as he turned to glance her way. Surprise flashed across his ruggedly handsome face.
Josie groaned. She supposed it was too late to pretend she didn’t see him. If it was any consolation, he looked as uncomfortable with seeing her as she did him. Awkward.
Of its own accord, Josie’s gaze went to the bottle of beer again. The bottle of Condor Mountain beer coupled with the fact Gavin was there to meet a blind date was simply too much of a coincidence. But there was no way her very vanilla ex-boyfriend could be the dom of her dreams.
She lifted her gaze to meet his. The look in his dark eyes told her he’d put the blind date and the appletini she told Sir Dom she’d be drinking together and was thinking the same thing about her.
Okay. The microbrewery beer, the blind date and now, the chat room. There was no such thing as that much coincidence.
“Oh God,” she breathed. “You’re Sir Dom, aren’t you?”
“That’s me.” His mouth edged up. “Which means you’re Sexy ’n Submissive.”
Josie blushed at the screen name. Things had suddenly gone from awkward to mortifying.
She chewed on her lower lip, not caring if it messed up her lip gloss. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were into spanking?”
“Why didn’t you?” he countered.
Her face colored even more. “I didn’t want you to think I was weird.”
“I didn’t want you to think I was a pervert,” he confessed.
Josie let out a sigh that quickly turned into a laugh. “We’re a fine pair, aren’t we?”
“Now that we both admitted what kind of relationship we’re really looking for, I’d say that yeah, we are.”
As Josie followed the hostess into the dining room, she was keenly aware of Gavin behind her. Was he checking out her ass? He’d always had a thing for that part of her anatomy, cupping her bottom in his strong hands whenever she was on top during sex. Had he been thinking about spanking her all those times? The notion sent delightful little shivers through her.
“If I put you over my knee, flipped up your skirt and spanked you right here in front of everyone, would that turn you on?”
Josie stopped with her fork halfway to her mouth, her pulse skipping a beat. Her pussy throbbed at the image his words conjured and she had to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache there.
“Yes,” she said softly. “Although it would probably get us arrested.”
“Probably.” His mouth twitched. “But I want you to fantasize about it the entire time we’re having dinner.”
The moment they stepped inside, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His mouth was more possessive than she remembered, his hand finding its way into her long hair as he plunged his tongue into her mouth to take ownership of hers. Josie moaned, sliding her hands up to tangle fingers in his hair as she kissed him back.
“I’ve been waiting to spank that gorgeous ass of yours since that first day I stood behind you in line at Starbucks,” he said when he finally dragged his mouth away.
Josie melted at the softly spoken confession. So he had wanted to spank her when they’d dated the first time around.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he rasped, capturing her mouth in another long, intoxicating kiss. “Lift up your skirt and bend over the railing.”
The few men she’d let spank her had fumbled through that first time as if not sure how to really smack a woman’s ass. But Gavin seemed to know exactly what she liked and how she liked it.
She frowned. “But I thought you were coming in.”
He brushed her hair back with gentle fingers. “Not tonight. I want you excited for tomorrow evening.”
“What are we doing tomorrow evening?”
“Just something special I have planned for you. As long as you do as I say and don’t touch yourself tonight.” He gave her a stern look. “You won’t, will you?”
Asking her to not touch herself was like asking her not to breathe. Her clit was throbbing so much she could barely stand there.
“Josie?” he prompted when she didn’t answer.
Gavin had teased her like this online too, ordering her not to masturbate after driving her wild with words. Although she’d never admitted it to him, she was embarrassed to confess she disobeyed more than once by grabbing her vibrator the moment she got off the computer, telling herself he’d never know. But this was different. This time, she couldn’t hide behind her computer. One look at her face and he’d know she disobeyed him.
She swallowed hard and shook her head. “I won’t touch myself. I promise.”
Standing before him wearing nothing but a pair of high heels might make her feel like the sexiest woman in the world, but the look in Gavin’s eyes made her believe she really was.
Without a word, he snaked his hand in her hair and with a firm but gentle tug, tilted her head back. The show of dominance made her go gooey inside and she gripped the front of his shirt for support as he claimed her mouth in a scorching kiss.
“Tonight, and for every night after, you’re going to be my submissive when we’re in this room, and I will be your master,” he rasped. “Is that understood?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Tonight, and for every night after, I will be your submissive when we’re in this room,” she promised. “And you will be my master.”
The words were a vow, and as she said them, Josie knew they tied her to Gavin as completely as if they were married.
The mere idea that he might keep her tied up and tied down like this while he spanked her for hours on end was enough to make her come right then. She’d been on the edge of orgasm for so long, it certainly wouldn’t be difficult. Especially since she could grind her clit on the bed so easily in this position. But she wouldn’t come without Gavin giving her permission.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and gently tilted her head back, then held the strap out. “Kiss it.”
She obediently pursed her lips and pressed them to the leather. It was softer and more supple than she’d thought.
“Good girl.” Leaning over, he kissed her hard on the mouth. “This strapping is for disobeying me and touching yourself when I expressly told you not to.”
Since he already had the strap set out on the bed, he’d obviously intended to use it on her anyway, but being punished for her transgression played perfectly into her fantasies. Something else he remembered from their online chats.
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