Here Comes Trouble (6 page)

The man raised his paddle and hesitated
before bringing it down hard on the woman’s bare ass. I quickly
looked away, only to sneak a peek again as he continued. Her ass
turned redder with each slap, and with each slap I could feel the
heat growing between my own legs. I had no idea if it was from
embarrassment or because I was getting turned on—but it made me
worried about my mental health either way.

It was time for me to get the hell out of
that house.

“Well, well,” a familiar voice said behind
me. “This is the last place I’d expect to see you.”

No way. It can’t be
.

I whipped around to see Ian in the doorway
to the study. He looked casual as usual, leaning a forearm against
the doorjamb and wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. The position of
his arm above his head caused his shirt to pull taut across his
strong stomach. His gaze moved lazily around the room, landing on
the couple on the couch for only a second as if he’d seen it all
before. As his eyes returned to me, he smiled as if I was the real
treat.

“Though you certainly
look
the part.
Fuck.”

I moved to cross my arms but stopped myself.
Instead, I took a swig of my beer for confidence.

“And here I thought you were a good girl.”
He dropped his arm and edged closer, and I didn’t back away.

“Melissa brought me.”

“Let me guess—you thought it was a
schoolgirl/Tom Cruise kind of party.”

“Yeah. I did.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but it’s a whole lot
dirtier than that.”

“I figured that out, thanks. What are
you
doing here?”

His lips turned up in a smirk as he looked
at the spanking scene again. “I got a very interesting text from a
friend of mine. Said I wouldn’t believe who was here.” His bright
green eyes fell on me. “I figured you were either holding out on me
or didn’t know what you’d gotten yourself into, and I should come
save you.”

I glared at him. “I’m fine.”

“You stick out like a sore thumb. Want me to
help you out?” From behind his back he produced a paddle, stroked
it almost lovingly. “He’s been saving himself for you.”

My breath caught. My cheeks were so hot,
they literally burned. I could no longer look him in the eye. I was
still the same girl, try as I might to pretend otherwise.

When I ducked my head, he took the chance to
move closer so that he was standing directly in front of me. I
peeked up from under my lashes to see his broad chest blocking out
my view of anything else. His right hand went to my hair, wrapping
a pigtail around his wrist. My breathing stopped as his left index
finger went under my skirt, pushing it higher up my thigh.

“You look so sexy,” he said in a low voice.
“You should wear this to our seminars for me.”

“You’d like that.” I’d hoped to sound
biting, but my voice came out soft, barely above a whisper. I was
having trouble keeping it from shaking. The skin of my thigh
tickled where he was touching it.

“I would,” he said in a deeper voice than
usual.

I’d estimated him to be just shy of six
feet, but looming over me he seemed larger somehow. The hand
touching on my thigh moved to my hip, pulling me closer so I could
feel the hot bulge in his jeans against my stomach. Holy hell, why
hadn’t I left when I had the chance?

“I’m going to spank you tonight,” he said
softly. “Tell me no.”

His hand in my hair was holding me immobile.
I knew if I struggled enough, he’d let me go, but I didn’t want to.
The heat between my legs had only intensified since he’d started
touching my hair and thighs, and fear was mixing with excitement at
the unknown.

Was he really going to spank me? Was I
actually going to let him?

Behind me, I could still hear the girl
getting spanked, and now her breathing was labored and aroused. So
was the breathing of the man. Every few hits he grunted a little
from either exertion or arousal, I couldn’t tell.

“Or else I can give you to him next,” Ian
whispered.

No
. My hand instinctively reached out
for his belt loop, held tight. I couldn’t look at him or anyone
else. My heartbeat had accelerated to such a fever pitch that it
was now beating in my ears.

Ian chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’re safe with
me.”

Somehow, I doubted that. Yet I continued to
hold onto that belt loop as if he was going to save me. My heart
was still loud in my ears, blocking out everything else, and I
could still feel his hardness against my stomach. He wanted me. The
idea of spanking me was turning him on.

I was only vaguely aware of another guy
approach.

“Have you called this one?” a voice
asked.

Ian’s hands tightened in my hair and on my
hip, hurting just enough to clear my mind. I glanced up to see the
blonde man that had been eyeing me earlier speaking to Ian, but his
eyes were entirely on me.

“What does it look like?” Ian bit out.

The blonde man just blinked. “I would like
to watch.”

“Tough shit,” Ian snarled.

I had to give the man credit—he acted
totally unfazed. The host had said people could request to watch.
In this world, Ian was being rude. And he either didn’t know or
didn’t give a shit.

“She can keep her panties on.”

Ian balked at him, moving me away. “Oh she
can, can she? And who are you to decide?”

The man raised his hands. “Calm down, buddy.
I saw her come here with another broad. I figured she wasn’t tied
to anyone.”

“You figured wrong.”

Ian grasped my hand and stormed out of the
living room, practically dragging me after him. His face was set,
determined. As I struggled to keep up with him, he marched down the
hall, checking every bedroom as he went. I caught glimpses of the
privacy screens the host had mentioned, as well as the dark shapes
behind them—couples “playing”. In one room a man was sitting on the
bed watching the shapes and listening to the noises coming from
behind both screens.

At the very last room, Ian pulled me inside.
Two privacy screens were set up but no shapes could be seen behind
them. He closed the door behind us and locked it, leaned back
against the surface.

We were entirely alone. Ian had locked
everyone out and was blocking the door.

“What are you doing?”

He began flipping the paddle around in his
hand. “I couldn’t think in there with you and the spanking and that
dude talking about keeping your panties on. I was about to punch
him.”

“Well you’re breaking the rules. You’re not
supposed to use entire bedrooms. Only the screens.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Those don’t leave
much to the imagination. Would you rather I spank you in front of
some random man?”

Why were we talking like spanking me was
inevitable? “I’m not... We’re not... I came here by mistake,
Ian.”

His eyes flashed. “You came to a spanking
party by mistake, but you stayed because you’re intrigued.” He
pushed off the door and advanced on me slowly. “I know how to read
women. Your cheeks are flushed and you’re breathing heavily and I
would bet good money that if I were to put my hand up your skirt, I
would find you
dripping
.”

I edged away from him until the backs of my
knees hit the bed. “Have you ever spanked someone?”

“No.”

The word hung between us, full of meaning.
It changed everything. Suddenly we were on the same level. Both of
us were innocents considering doing something we’d never done
before. Together.

“But now we’re here of all places,” Ian
continued, “and you’re wearing a sexier outfit than I’ve ever
imagined on you, and I’m not going to pass the opportunity up. What
about you, Lex?”

The way he said my name made my skin hot.
The vibrations
sounded
like sex. He was like the devil,
offering me a taste of something I knew would change my life
forever. His eyes bore into mine and I couldn’t look away. By the
end of the night, I was going to let Ian spank me.

“Bend over the bed and place your hands on
the bedspread,” he said in a deceptively soft voice. “Do it
now.”

Closing my eyes tightly, I turned around and
bent over, placing my palms down on the light blue duvet and
knowing full well that I was giving him a view up my skirt. Funny
to think I’d opted out of wearing my usual thong in place of
regular black panties in case someone saw up my skirt. Now I was
about to bare my entire ass to him.

“Good girl.” His voice was lower than usual.
Deep. “Pull down your panties. You don’t have to take them off, but
pull them down enough to expose your ass. Do not stand up,” he
barked, stopping me just as I started to straighten.

Cheeks flaming red, my left hand still on
the bedspread, I took a hold of the right side of my panties with a
shaking hand and pulled them down as far as they needed to go. I
almost preferred to take them off entirely but didn’t dare go
against what he’d asked.

Ian let out a long breath. “Beautiful.”

I bit my lip and placed both hands back on
the bed. I was breathing so loudly, I was sure he could hear
me.

“Now widen your legs so that they don’t fall
down.”

Oh, God. This was the part I was
dreading.

My arms began shaking so hard, I was afraid
I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up. I was about to give the very
first man ever a view of my most vulnerable and private parts, and
I wouldn’t even be able to see his face.

I hesitated for too long and heard him move
forward. Then he was standing right behind me, his tone gentler.
“It’s okay. I can’t see now.”

Exhaling, I widened my stance so that my
panties pulled taut between my legs. Part of me wanted to confess
that I was nervous, but it felt like a stupid thing to say. He knew
how I felt.

“Are you okay, Lex?” he asked softly.

I nodded, unable to trust my own voice.

“You have such a pretty little ass.”
Lightly, he touched my backside, caressing my skin gently. “I’m
going not going to hit very hard, but if at any point you want me
to stop, say your last name. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

His tender touch disappeared and the first
slap came, and that was exactly what it felt like—a slap. Not hard
enough to hurt, only a quick sting. Embarrassment heated my cheeks
and my breath quickened to match my heart rate. I was bent over in
front of Ian Crawford and letting him spank me with a paddle.
Gentle or not, the act was naughty and humiliating. And I owed him
nothing. Why was I doing this?

Heat pooled between my legs. I closed my
eyes and gripped the duvet to keep myself from twisting away. I
could take the pain.

As the spanks continued, I realized that the
lead up to the spanking had been just as important as the act
itself. It was the anticipation that had gotten me hot in the first
place, but the spanks were building on that intensity, pushing me
toward orgasm. I’d only ever come with help from myself, but I did
know the feeling...and I was about to come whether I liked it or
not.

Just when I was about to find release, Ian
stopped. Told me I could stand up. I did, pulling up panties before
facing him. My pulse was racing, my mind jumbled. One moment I’d
thought coming would be humiliating, and the next I’d wanted it
more than anything.

“Is that...it?”

He smiled knowingly. “Yes, that is what it’s
like to be spanked.”

I swallowed. I’d had no idea what to expect,
no idea that getting spanked was something I’d actually enjoy. Now
I could no longer deny it; I could feel my own wetness between my
thighs and my nipples felt hard against the material of my blouse.
If Ian had read me earlier, he no doubt knew how I was feeling
now.

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes
darker than I’d ever seen them. “How did you like it?”

“It was...” My voice trailed off. I couldn’t
bring myself to say it, to admit that when he’d stopped, I’d wanted
to beg him to keep going. That he was right—even watching that
other woman get spanked had turned me on. I was confused and the
couple of beers I’d chugged back weren’t helping. But this was Ian,
the guy I’d promised myself I would never get with, and now I’d let
him spank me of all things. The knowledge made me feel more than a
little ashamed.

I didn’t need to ask how he’d liked it.

His eyes flicked down to my nipples. “Do you
want something, sweetheart?”

There was no point in hiding it. He knew
exactly what he’d done to me.

“Yeah, you know I do. But I’m not going to
be like those other girls that get you off and everyone gets to
hear about it. So I’m leaving.” I made a move to pass him, but he
blocked me.

“All right, so let me get you off then.”

“What?” My eyes flew to his face. He was
looking back at me with utter sincerity. “You want to get me off
without anything in return?”

“Sure. You really think I’m that selfish I
can’t do something for someone else?”

“Your reputation implies such.” My sexual
frustration was obviously turning me into a giant bitch. I was one
small push from kneeing him in the balls.

His eyes narrowed. “Bend back over the
bed.”

“No.”

“If we were in a relationship, I’d be
keeping count right now. That’s one.”

“But we’re not.”

His hand was under my skirt before I could
stop him. His fingers found my wetness, and then I no longer cared
what he was doing—I only wanted him to continue. All that existed
in the world was his fingers on my pussy. He inserted two inside of
me, and to my embarrassment, I moaned loudly.

“I said bend over the bed,” he growled.

Guiding me with the fingers still inside me,
he moved us back to the bed, where I bent over willingly, offering
myself up to the feeling. At that point I wouldn’t have cared if he
pulled out his dick and fucked me, but he didn’t. Instead, he
withdrew his fingers...and inserted something else.