Chapter 14

The door to the suite was barely closed and locked before Riley was unbuttoning her suit jacket, slipping it off her shoulders and working on the zipper of her skirt.

"I thought we were going to have lunch," she said, heat flaming everywhere his fingers touched her.

"We are." His voice was husky with passion. "This is the appetizer."

His lips were tracing a warm line from her chin along the column of her neck to the upper swell of her breasts. As the filmy fabric of her blouse slid down her arms he followed its path with his lips, first one arm then the other. Every touch felt like the light kiss of a butterfly, barely touching her skin but lighting up every nerve in its path. Her skirt pooled at her feet as he slid it down her hips and his fingertips trailed down to her stomach and the lace band of her thong.

He touched her everywhere, with his fingers and his mouth, one following the other, while he stood perfectly still, exploring her with one hand and holding her with the other. The scent of her arousal rose around her, mingling with the jasmine of her perfume and the spice of Riley's aftershave. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring at the mingled aromas.

Kari closed her eyes and made herself stand still, her pulses rioting with each separate caress, each pathway his fingers drew. She squeezed her thighs together to control their quivering and press against the tiny spasms in her cunt. At last Riley lifted her in his arms, the skirt falling away, and sued one hand to lift her shoes off and toss them to the side.

"Riley," she breathed, as he carried her into the bedroom.

"We have unfinished business," he murmured in her ear. "But first we're going to have a little discussion." He sat on the edge of the bed, holding her on his lap.

"Dis-Discussion?"

"Yes. About you leaving the way you did. And about this age hang-up you've got." He kissed her eyelids and her cheeks, then moved rubbed his mouth against hers. "You've been a very bad girl. Did you know that?"

She had no idea where her next words came from, except an overdose of erotic romance novels. "Maybe you should spank me."

His hands tightened on her reflexively and his eyes darkened. "Spank you?

"Uh huh." She felt a blush creep up her cheeks but she refused to look away.

"Then I think we should attend to business."

He turned her face down on his muscular thighs, the smooth fabric of his slacks rubbing against her skin. Wearing a thong as she was, her buttocks completely bare. One of his hands wandered lightly over the exposed skin, caressing it, almost as if he was preparing it. The fingers of one and wandered into the cleft, following the line of the thong, teasing at her puckered hole.

Kari knew she was wetter than ever and was sure Riley must be aware of it. When his fingers moved lower to her cunt, pulling the crotch of the thong aside and slipping two fingers into her sopping pussy, she wriggled against him, trying to urge him deeper.

His throaty chuckle was filled with lust. "Not yet, darlin'. Not until you take your punishment."

The first slap was light, only stinging a little bit. She wanted him to spank her harder but was too embarrassed to tell him. What must he think of her, being this brazen? Again she moved her hips, pushing the cheeks of her ass upwards toward him.

The next slap was a littler harder and she jolted slightly.

"Okay, darlin'?" he asked in that soft voice that turned her to mush.

"Yes. Fine. Don't stop."

She waited impatiently for the next sting of his hand but it seemed as if he wanted to draw it out, letting the expectancy heighten her anticipation. The points of contact were driving her crazy. His swollen cock was pressing into the softness of her belly. Her breasts were pressed hard against his thigh, the fabric of her bra teasing and abrading them. Her mons rubbed against his other leg, and she discovered that by moving back and forth just a little bit she could create friction against her clit.

Riley clamped his hand on the base of her spine. "Uh, uh, uh. No sneaking any little pleasure bites."

Smack!

This one was definitely harder and her legs jerked backward. Before she could brace herself the next one fell. Again. And again! Her buttocks were burning, the heat streaking down the insides of her thighs and along the puffy lips of her cunt. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth against the rising pleasure, swamped by it so suddenly it caught her unawares. But the bite of pain was so exquisite a moan echoed low in her throat.

Riley placed the flat of his hand on her flaming skin, his thumb stroking the crease between her burning cheeks. His fingers drifted down between her thighs, slipping beneath the soaked thong to probe at her slick folds and her hungry sex. She couldn't believe she didn't want him to stop. The pleasure/pain had taken her so high she needed release. Again she wriggled and pushed back, but he slipped his hand free of her body and another slap landed on her heated flesh. She felt the fresh flood of cream released from her vagina and run down her thighs. She was sure Riley's slacks must be soaked by now where she lay across them.

"I don't think we're quite finished with our punishment yet." His voice was strained with his effort to maintain control, his desire not to hurt or frighten her as evident as the lust so obviously consuming him.

Kari knew he was feeling his way with her, testing to see how far he could take her each time. She could sense the leashed power vibrating explosively just beneath the surface. And suddenly she wanted to let all that power loose, let him take control of whatever was going to happen.

Every day she was the one in control. Over her employees. Her clients. Her life. When she dated she deliberately chose men weaker than she was. And she was tired of it. Perhaps this was what had been the real reason she'd made the decision to go to Petey's the night before, to seek out a man who could give her things she'd never had. She wanted this man to take charge. Now.

The idea was so sexually liberating she felt spasms rippling through her from her womb. She knew Riley somehow felt it by the way his hand stilled on her body. For a moment he didn't move. Then he lifted her from his lap, yanked the covers back and placed her carefully on the bed. His eyes were filled with such carnal need she felt another wave of heat wash over her.