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uncomfortable with the direction we’re going or I’m doing something that you don’t want, just say so. I’ll stop. Otherwise, I expect you to do exactly as I tell you.”
    A full body shiver worked its way over Gracie’s skin. She nodded, her mouth too dry for her to speak.
    He leaned in and kissed her, his lips working hot over hers. When he pulled away, his eyes were half-lidded, and desire burned brightly, making his eyes a darker blue.
    “I want you to go inside to the bedroom. Remove your clothes and lie down on the bed. Wait for me. I’ll be in with our bags.”
    She swallowed and nodded again.
    He handed her the keys, singling out the one to the cabin.
    “Just leave them on the coffee table in the living room and head to the bedroom. Our weekend starts now.”
    She got out of the truck and headed for the door. She inserted the key into the lock and went inside. Luke had evidently been here in preparation for their weekend. The cabin was warm, and she could hear the hum of the heater. A fire had been laid in the fireplace, just waiting to be lit.
    She set the keys down on the coffee table and headed for the bedroom. Once there, she ran her hands up and down the sides of her jeans, trying to work up the courage to do as he’d told her.
    Her body tingled from head to toe. Her pussy hummed, warm vibrations swirling between her legs. The anticipation was nearly sending her over the edge.
    Knowing she was only stalling, she undid her jeans and peeled them down her legs. She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. She hesitated for a slight moment before removing her underwear and bra.
    Feeling vulnerable standing in the middle of the room—naked—she moved to the bed and crawled onto the warm comforter. She turned over onto her back and waited for Luke.
    She heard him moments later and looked over to see him standing in the door.
    “You look magnificent.”
    She smiled and watched as he moved closer to the bed. He sat down on the edge and reached his hand out to smooth over the skin of her belly.
    His fingers worked their way up until he fiddled with her nipple rings. Fine little goose bumps broke out over her flesh as he tweaked and plucked at her nipples.
    “Are you ready for this, Gracie?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Get up,” he directed.
    She climbed off the bed and stood beside him. He circled an arm around her waist and pulled her down to his lap. At first she didn’t understand how he was positioning her, but he turned her so she lay across his lap, belly down. Oh God. She knew what this was about.
    His hand glided over her back and to the curve of her ass. Then without warning, his palm smacked down, sending a current of fire through her body.
    He petted her and soothed the area before slapping the other cheek with his open hand.
    She twisted restlessly against him, needing something, not quite sure what. The blows stung, but directly on the heels of the impact came such delicious pleasure. She was at a loss as to how to describe it, how to react to the erotic spanking. He was giving her exactly what she’d said she fantasized about.
    Three, four more times his hand met with the plump flesh of her behind. She moaned softly and squirmed even more.
    Then as suddenly as he’d pulled her down, he stood up, picking her up with him.
    “Stand right here and don’t move,” he said as he positioned her by the bed.
    In a few seconds he returned with a piece of rope. She trembled as he pulled her hands behind her back and began coiling the rope around her wrists. When he finished, he pushed her gently toward the bed.
    “Lay face down on the bed, feet on the floor.”
    She bent over the bed, placing her cheek against the mattress, and planted her feet on the floor. Her ass was vulnerable and exposed in this position, and it made her even wetter.
    She heard him walk away then return. Smooth wood made contact with her ass with a crack that made her jump. She closed her eyes and tensed,