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CHAPTER 3

“K itchen table?” she repeated, struggling to keep her jaw from dropping.

“We’ll save that for round two.”

“We will?”

He didn’t answer but scooped her up in his arms. Instantly, Caroline froze, afraid to off-balance him. Surely, he couldn’t handle her weight. “Where’s your bedroom, Little girl?”

“Upstairs. I can walk. I’m too heavy,” she blurted. How embarrassing would it be for him to have a heart attack halfway up the steps?

Wraith shifted her effortlessly, lifting her up to drape over his shoulder. “No comfy ride for a Little who speaks badly about herself.” He smacked her bottom with a ringing slap and turned to stalk up the stairs.

Afraid to move in case she pushed him off-balance, Caroline stayed as still as possible. Little? Oh, God. He is a Daddy! That slight taste of punishment made her wonder what a real spanking would feel like. Her gaze focused on his rounded ass. The powerful muscles flexed with each step he climbed. His heart rate didn’t seem to change at all.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he stalked into the bedroom at the end of the hall, guessing correctly that it was hers. With a flick, he turned on the overhead fixture. Bright light flooded the room. He popped off her sandals as he strode forward to the bed and tossed them into the corner before setting her feet on the carpet.

“Sorry?” she squeaked.

“You’ll learn,” he answered cryptically before stalking over to the blinds and closing them tightly. He returned to her side and sat on the edge of the bed before drawing her between his legs. “This wasn’t safe, Little girl. Picking up a man in a biker bar.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” she asked, surprised that she wasn’t afraid of him at all. Pure excitement and anticipation filled her.

“I’m going to spank your butt for taking such a chance and then I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll wonder which one was the punishment,” Wraith told her as he reached for the button at the top of her jeans.

He had it unfastened and the zipper pulled down before she had processed that statement. “That’s a big promise,” she said with a laugh, trying to be cool, while mentally praying he wouldn’t be disappointed in her body.

“Fact, Temptress.”

He hooked his fingers into her waistband and pulled the heavy denim down to her knees before she could react. In another split second, he’d draped Caroline over his hard thighs. His hand rubbed over the red lace panties she’d worn to feel daring.

“These are pretty. I’d love to see you in flowery cotton or perhaps something padded.”

Caroline’s brain went into overload at that statement. Cotton like Little girl panties? Padded? He didn’t mean diapers, did he? Did Daddies really like those? Surely that only happened in books.

He hooked a finger into the waistband of the frilly garment and slowly dragged them over her skin. She had plenty of time to protest but had no intention of missing a spanking from this man. How could he sense that was one of her fantasies?

With her panties dragged to her knees as well, he stroked his hand over her naked flesh. His touch felt electric. Caroline was so wet. She glanced over her shoulder, afraid that her curves would have turned him off. The ravenous hunger on his face erased that worry from her mind.

His hand rose and hesitated. That brief pause caused her anticipation to mingle with sudden doubts. What was she doing? Caroline bit her lip to keep herself from begging him to let her go. She wasn’t going to allow herself to wimp out now. His palm descended quickly. Warmth flared over her skin.

“Ouch!” she yelped.

“You didn’t think your spanking would hurt?” he asked, adding two more sharp swats.

“No!” she blurted, lying. Reality stung much harder than it sounded in a sexy book.

“Tonight’s a perfect time to learn.”

Wraith scattered each slap in a different spot on her bottom and upper thighs. Each spank left a patch of warmth that seared into her brain. Caroline sagged over his lap as the heat grew. Soon, the burn blended together.

“You are taking your spanking so well, Little girl. You are not to put yourself at risk. Do you promise me?”

“But….” How could he lecture her on picking up men when he was the one she’d chosen?

“You are too precious to risk yourself like this.”

“Precious?” she echoed.

His next spank landed on the seam of her pussy. Caroline gasped as the fire on her skin seemed to ignite inside her as well. She squirmed on his lap, not wanting to get away but needing more. When he repeated his target, a moan tumbled from her lips, and her hands closed around his thick calf, needing to touch him.

“Naughty girls who take their spankings well earn rewards, Caroline. Do you think you deserve one?” Wraith asked.

Without hesitating, she nodded. She couldn’t get the words to form in her mind as she split her attention between her punishment and the growing arousal inside her. Never had she wanted to come this much.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered in a low, husky voice that told her he was turned on as well.

Eagerly, Caroline inched her thighs apart as far as possible with the jeans and panties bunched around her knees. She inhaled sharply when instead of a swat, Wraith drew two fingers through the wetness between her legs. He traced her cleft, igniting so many sensitive spots.

He inhaled deeply. A second later he said, “I can smell your sweet juices, Temptress. Can I taste you safely?”

She had to repeat that in her mind to digest that question. He didn’t rush her or repeat himself. Wraith simply waited for her answer.

“I got tested after my divorce. I didn’t trust him. Everything came back okay.”

“I’m glad you took care of yourself. Let me see if you taste as sweet as your scent.”

Caroline peeked over her shoulder. Wraith lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them inside. She’d never seen anything so erotic. Forget the pornos she’d tried to watch for research. Wraith was sex incarnate.

“Mmm.” His low voice drew the sound out several syllables. The rumble sent a shiver down her spine. “I’m going to enjoy you, Little girl.”

“How do you know?” she asked. How could he be so sure she was Little?

Wraith stroked his fingers through her wetness again. This time, he explored her pink folds, caressing her. Her eyes wavered on the edge of crossing when he answered, “Daddy radar. Do you want to tell me I’m wrong?”

After hesitating for a few seconds to decide how honest she should be, Caroline answered him. “You’re not wrong. You’re also the first person I’ve ever admitted that to.”

“Lying to me is a bad idea. Telling me the truth is smart.”

Wraith stood, lifted and rotated Caroline, and set her on the bed. She hissed as her hot bottom touched the comforter. She’d feel that for a day, at least. Distracted by those thoughts, she missed Wraith stripping her jeans and panties completely off.

His gaze roamed over her. Feeling self-conscious, Caroline covered her mound. How long had it been since she’d trimmed down there?

“Never hide from me.”

Slowly, she inched her hands away and pressed them flat to the covers. Please don’t be mean. Caroline closed her eyes to shut out what she was sure would be a negative reaction. Adam had always had something negative to say—a suggestion they throw out the cookies she’d baked for him, a mention of a coupon in the paper for a discounted waxing at the salon, or some equally demeaning comment.

His moan made her peek back at him. The hunger written on his face eased her nervousness. When his movement caught her attention, it evaporated. She bit her lip as he stroked a rough hand over the fly of his jeans. The thick shaft penned inside jerked in reaction.

Wraith lowered himself to his knees in front of her. He wrapped his hand around her ankle and tugged her forward until her hot butt dangled partially off the mattress.

“Spread your legs, Precious.”

She inched her thighs apart.

“More, Caroline. I need to see your pretty kitty.”

Those growled words sent a shiver down her spine as she followed his directions.

“More.”

When she stopped again, Caroline knew he could see how wet she was. Losing her nerve, she opened her mouth to tell him this was a bad idea but snapped it shut as he reached over his head to drag his T-shirt off and toss it away.

Needing a better view, she propped herself up on an elbow. He’d looked built with clothes on. Now she wanted to trace the deep grooves in his muscles with her tongue.

Where did that come from? Astonished by her reactions to him, Caroline quickly abandoned an effort to figure out why. This hot biker made her desire to be wild.

Wraith shifted forward between her legs. When she automatically tried to pull her thighs together, he clamped his hands over her knees, stopping that motion. “No hiding, Caroline. Not tonight.”

She nodded before she realized what she was doing. Was he mesmerizing her? Why did she want to do exactly what he said?

“Good girl.”

His praise fueled the fire inside her. Caroline hoped to please him more than anything she’d ever craved before. She bit her lip as her body responded with a gush of slickness.

Wraith leaned forward, lowering his head toward her pussy. He inhaled deeply and smiled. That’s a wolfish grin! Caroline was so using that in a book.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her cleft. His beard scratched against her sensitive skin. She loved the sensation and yearned for more. Would he?

Wraith flicked his tongue out to taste her. This time, his approving hum vibrated through her. She held her breath as he moved. He lashed his tongue across her pussy, teasing her as he shifted lower. His beard and mustache prickled her skin, making it feel like a thousand tiny barbs stroking her.

She lifted her hips, pressing herself toward the teasing touch of his mouth. Wraith rewarded her by exploring her pink folds. He traced her inner lips and dipped his tongue into her pussy. Caroline gasped as his mustache brushed over her clit. When he repeated the action and slid two thick fingers into her, Caroline grabbed handfuls of the comforter below her. His calloused skin rubbed over sensitive spots she’d never known existed. The combination of all those sensations pushed her to the brink.

“Come, Little girl,” he growled against her.

The order pushed her over the edge. A climax erupted inside her, shaking her with its strength. Wraith returned to his intimate kisses, stretching and building the pleasure until she thought she’d black out.

Releasing her death-grip on the bedding, Caroline raised a hand and curled it around the back of his head. “Enough. I can’t take anymore.”

Wraith lifted his mouth away from her to run his gaze over her before meeting Caroline’s. “We’re a long way from finished, Precious. That was simply round one.” He pressed a last kiss to her mound as he slid his fingers from her.

Caroline abandoned her attempt to pull herself together when he sucked his fingers clean. “You’re in charge,” she whispered.

“I’ve always been in charge, Little girl. I’m glad you understand that now.”