Maybe Martha Stewart needed a quick extra dozen million or two.
Declan takes my chin firmly in his hand. Staring up at him with a hammering heartbeat, I lick my lips, my n*****s tightening. Heat pulses between my legs.
He doesn’t speak as he unbuckles his belt with his free hand, sliding it through the belt loops until he’s standing there with it dangling by his side.
“Say it again.”
His voice has changed. I recognize it, this dominant tone. I know what he wants.
“Sir.”
“Ask me to spank you.”
“Please spank me, sir.”
“Are you sore from earlier from my hand?”
“Yes, sir. It doesn’t matter. I want more.”
“And you’re going to get more, baby. You’ll get as much as you can take.”
His eyes are so needy and dark, so frighteningly beautiful. My pulse goes from skipping to pounding painful
