Zelda
My head hung down, my stomach flipped, and my heart raced. Slung over James's shoulder, I kicked my legs furiously, the narrow elevator space making my discomfort feel suffocating.
“Put me down!” I demanded, gripping the hard line of his back for balance. “James, if you don’t let go, I swear I’ll throw up on you again!”
A deep, cold voice rumbled above me, “Try it.”
The steel in his tone made my skin prickle, but the fire of rebellion burned hotter. His broad shoulders were as unyielding as stone, every step making my position more precarious and my irritation sharper.
As he tightened his hold, my eyes wandered down. His butt. Right there, infuriatingly firm, and far too tempting a target.
The memory of the public spanking he’d given me earlier flared in my mind.
