Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
Carl crawls onto the bed, his hands gripping my ankles, yanking me toward him.
He flips me onto my stomach, and before I can even process the movement, his palm slaps my ass.
The sting is immediate, sharp, and I cry out, my fingers clawing at the sheets.
“Count,” Dame orders from the doorway.
“One,” I gasp.
Another smack, this one harder. My skin burns.
“Two!”
Carl’s hand slides between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs in tight, punishing circles, and I whine, my hips lifting off the bed.