“Ten!” I scream.
He stops, patting my ass so soft that I wish it were another slap instead. “Good girl.” He tells me, his voice filled with satisfaction.
“Oh, goddess.” I whimper.
I can’t breathe.
One more slap on the ass and I would have come in my shorts like a total fool in front of him. I pull myself up immediately he lets go of my hands. I can barely stand, I feel so weak in the knees that the only thing keeping me steady is pride.
Killian pulls my oversized hoodie down and tilts my chin up. Something unfamiliar flashes in his gaze, and I know why. I practically have drool on my face, but he doesn’t point that out. “Let me not catch you in here again,” he warns
“And the next time you even dream of lying to me, you better make it good, or swallow it down, or else you won't be able to
