Page 50 of Scandalous Contract

Once I found my voice again, I murmured, “You’ve got a way of saying things that’s... that’s confusing as hell. You really need to work on that.”

“I always say what I mean, Stefanie Adams. You just have a way of listening that causes you to miss out on what I say. You really need to work on that,” he told me as he carried me down the hall.

After entering the bedroom, he kicked the door shut and strode over to the bed, where he laid me down. Pushing my hair out of my face, I stared up at him, expecting him to climb on after me.Wrong.

Julian's voice dropped, rough and commanding, when he issued his order, “Take off your shirt.”

My pulse jumped. There was no hesitation in him, just control. I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off slowly, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. I hated having clothes on the floor. But those rules didn’t apply during my spring break.

His eyes locked on my body, heat simmering in his stare. “Now, get on your knees and turn that ass my way.”

I hesitated. I’d never been spanked before. Would it hurt? I couldn’t imagine it feeling good. Was this a hardnofor me?

“If I have to ask again, I’m going to double the spanking.”

He wasn’t the boss of me!Yet, I turned on the mattress, facing the headboard, and positioned myself just like he asked. So, it wasn’t a hard no. It was more of a softmaybe. We’d see how things went.

My knees dipped into the bedding, hands bracing against the mattress. I’d never been spanked before, and now here I was, naked and vulnerable, pulse fluttering like crazy with my ass in the air.

It felt both ridiculous and exhilarating. Behind me, I heard the sound of his zipper. I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see him stripping off his pants and boxers, revealing that thick cock I’d already grown addicted to. I swallowed hard.

He stepped up behind me, placing his palm over the curve of my ass. “You shouldn’t have tried to hide me,” he murmured.

Before I could respond, the first slap landed, sharp, loud, and startling. My hips jerked. Heat bloomed where his hand struck, and I gasped at the sting. He didn’t even give me a chance to process what just happened.

The second slap followed, just as hard. Tears stung my eyes. Not because I was in pain, necessarily. More from the shock of it all. He soothed the burn with a slow rub, his fingers trailing over my heated skin.

“I could watch your ass jiggle all day,” he muttered.

My pussy clenched. Why? I had no idea. Maybe she was jealous of my ass. He smacked my ass again without warning. But this time, instead of thinking about the pain, I focused on the flutter of my pussy.

Was I really getting aroused by this? Another smack followed, causing my ass to jiggle in a way that seduced even me. My eyes drifted shut, my back arching, my ass craving more. As Julian's firm hand connected with my bare skin again, a sharp sting radiated through me, eliciting a gasp before I could suppress it.

The unexpected combination of pain and pleasure sent a jolt straight to my core, awakening sensations I hadn't anticipated. Each smack left a lingering heat, intensifying the growing ache between my thighs. I found myself arching into his touch, craving more of the sweet torment he was administering.

“Ms. Adams,” his deep voice filled the air. “Are you enjoying your punishment a bit too much?”

I bit my lip and held my body still, not wanting him to know that I was enjoying his spanking. How the hell was I enjoying this? Was it truly the spanking, or was it Julian? Did my body enjoy any and everything this man did to me?

If so, what the hell was I going to do when we parted ways?