"You like it, don't you, darlin'." It was a statement, not a question. "The spanking. The little nip of pain. The giving over of control." He unbuttoned his shirt. "I like my s*x that way, Kari. And think you've just discovered you do, too." The shirt slid down his arms, exposing the hard-muscled chest and the fine pelt of dark curls. "But you know what you might find, Kari? That the person giving up control really has it after all. Because you're giving pleasure as a gift, and that's something that can't be compared."
Kari kept watching him, licking her lips at the sight of him. She was so aroused her body begged for release.
"Here's what I want you to do," he continued in that same whiskey voice. "Take that thong off, spread your legs and play with yourself while I take off the rest
