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all. Goose bumps rose up—a surge of prickly flesh—and her nipples spiked against her tank. She shivered.
    “You heard me.” He toed the lip of the mattress so the shock of his movement shook the bed. “Do it.”
    “I—but we don’t know if we’re not—“ Jordan broke off shaking her head. She felt so incredibly tongue-tied and frustrated. The urge to tip her head back and just scream at the ceiling was almost overwhelming.
    And why hadn’t she just gone up to the second floor to sleep in her old room? To be alone? To be off the first floor?
    She knew why. Because Gareth was down here .
    He narrowed his eyes and said, “Last chance, Jordan. Take ‘em off.”
    Something in his face told her he wasn’t fucking around. She pushed her fingers into the waistband and shoved. She was bare underneath and her internal muscles were still letting off random ticks and pops of post orgasmic pleasure. His eyes on her almost made her moan.
    “Spread your legs.”
    She didn’t question him. She let her thighs fall open and a rush of heat flooded her face as his eyes tracked her. She could see Gareth studying the plump, red folds of her sex. The moisture she could feel would be visible to him. The slick juices of her need and her disobedience shone for him between her legs.
    When he took a step toward her, she shivered. It was a sudden violent reaction and it startled her.
    “Don’t move.”
    “I didn’t—”
    “Shut up. No one told you to speak. You need to be punished.”
    Punished?
    Images of red headed, shaved, stormy Isabel stomping out of the house swirled in her brain. It had been her turn to be in charge but what kind of pain had the girl been into? What had she liked? What kind of punishment had been meted out to her?
    Jordan realized as he came closer to the bed that a hot thumping jealousy had rooted in her belly. Isabel…best to forget her.
    “Turn on your belly,” Gareth said. He had one knee on the bed and the whole mattress dipped and squealed with the added weight.
    This time she kept her mouth shut. Jordan nodded, her mussed ponytail swaying around her face. She rolled to her belly and kept her lips sealed in a tight line while he shoved pillows under her belly.
    Two pillows propped her and her ass was raised in the air. Jordan fought to breathe normally; she could barely get a deep breath in her lungs. What was he going to do? Fuck her? Not yet. They didn’t know. Surely he wouldn’t…
    But under it all she knew damn well she wanted him to. Had wanted him too for far too long to even calculate. Dreamed about it, fantasized about it, thought about it…and always rejected it . But what if this time…
    “Count,” Gareth said.
    She barely had time to register his word when the first blow fell. A full heavy-handed palm slap to her ass. Fire blossomed on that skin in the shape of his large hand. She swore she felt fingers and a palm print and all of it. The thought fled when his hand fell again, criss-crossing the original blow.
    Now an X made of handprints throbbed on her ass and she let loose a wail that people down the block probably heard.
    “Be quiet. Accept your punishment. And I told you to count.”
    “Two,” she managed, a breathless stutter.
    Was this her Gareth? Her lovely Gareth doted on her and adored her and—
    “Three!” she barked as the third blow fell on her pristine untouched left ass cheek. Fire raged under her skin but she mindlessly ground her pelvis to the pillows and the harder mattress beneath. The pressure from that movement triggered a slick rush of fluid between her legs and then the first pulse of pleasure.
    “Four,” flew off her lips in an almost joyous moan.
    Gareth laughed. “I think my slutty little sister is enjoying her punishment too much,” he said.
    She waited for the blow but what she got instead was a probing hand between her legs and then the hard thrust of his fingers in her cunt. A single digit forced into her bottom. Her anus instinctively