Bound to Ignite (South Jersey Bound Series) Read Online Free

He closed his eyes for a moment. He wanted and needed to do this. The throb in his cock increased. He wasn’t sure he could turn back, even if she wanted him to.
    “Are you ready?”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”
    “I’m going to spank you, Jillian.”
    Her knees buckled, and he caught her. She sagged against his body and her belly slid against his cock. Blue balls didn’t begin to describe the ache. He eased them both into the chair.
    She looked up at him and her wide eyes sparkled. “I want this so bad.”
    “Then, bend over,” he said.
    Excitement, power and desire tensed every muscle. He was so ready.
    She arched across his legs in a perfect, inverted triangle. He gathered her dress to her waist, revealing the most spankable set of buns he’d ever seen. Sheer cotton panties strained to cover her full, round cheeks. Not one porn pic on the web could compare to the inviting pale flesh draped across his lap.
    He ran his hand over her ass while flexing his knee and accustoming himself to her weight. Her skin was as smooth as a work of art. Perfection. He could see veins running beneath her pale skin. Her quick pants made his palm itch to begin.
    For a split second, the room swam. Was he man enough to answer her most intimate need? Hell, yeah.
    He held her in place with one hand and spread his legs so the underside of her breasts curved above his thigh. He ran his finger just under the elastic of her panties.
    He’d give her everything she wanted, and then more. He understood what she had yet to grasp—once they crossed this line, they could never go back. He wouldn’t let them. She already burned like a brand on his soul. Tonight, he meant to make sure he burned in hers.
    “Pretty pink panties…” He yanked them to her thighs.
    She made a sound that was half-moan and half-giggle. “Please,” she whispered against his knees.
    He’d felt dizzy before, but this was beyond anything he had ever imagined. Her body jerked forward with the first, sweet slap.
    She squirmed against his fly, tempting his already bulging cock and shooting fire through his chest. He spread his fingers wide and rubbed along the curve of her reddening cheek, allowing her to process the sensation and giving her one, last chance to back out. She twisted, wringing a soulful sound from her throat. She pushed her ass back into his hand.
    He whacked again—three cupped slaps in quick succession. She bucked and shook on his lap, moaning.
    Eric’s hand stung; his heart pounded. He lifted his hand, watching her struggle to push her ass up, silently begging for another.
    Whack.
    A wave of pure pain fired up his arm. She squirmed, so he pressed harder, pinning her in place.
    Whack, whack, whack —with each stroke, he landed faster blows. He’d planned to start slowly, but he lost control. His mind steamed and he barreled ahead. Something from far away reminded him that he should be leaving time between strokes.
    She struggled and twisted, in earnest.
    Her arms flailed behind her as she grabbed for his shirt and clawed at his face, but logic had shut down and he heard nothing. He continued with full-force slaps.
    “Eric, Eric, Stop,” she shrieked. “STOP IT, ERIC!”
    The true fear in her voice cut through his haze. He jerked back, raising both hands in the air. He fought to control his deep and heavy breath.
    “You want me to stop?” he asked.
    She hadn’t used her safe word. Was this part of the scene, or was she truly frightened?
    “Yes,” she yelled. “Yes, I want you to stop.”
    She tumbled from his lap and scooted away. She brought her knees up to cover her chest, and rested on her hip. She hadn’t said peaches, but, clearly, she was more than freaked.
    “That hurt,” she said. Her face twisted with pain as she rubbed her ass.
    He blinked at her, struggling to process his raging emotions. Her fear was a betrayal—biting and direct. But, he hated himself for going too fast, and her pained expression chafed