Caroline shifted on the office couch, not liking the turn her thoughts had taken. She finished the scene quickly in her mind, skimming over the details.
I made a teasing, flippant comment, hoping to restore our shattered comfort level. I can’t even remember what I said, but I’ll never forget how his dark eyes flashed a second before he put me over his knee and s*****d me… hard. God, I hated that. I truly don’t understand how pain spurs pleasure in some people, but it clearly doesn’t work for me. Four slaps later, and I was still too stunned to react when he dumped me onto the bed and mounted me. I didn’t say no. I can’t claim it was assault, but it certainly wasn’t the kind of s*x I enjoy. At least it was over fast. But, damn, that was rough. I was sore for two days afterwards.
And then
