The Affair: Week 4 by Beth Kery Read Free Book Online Page A

her relish the mouthwatering dessert, because she heard his low laughter. It only piqued her sensual feast.
    “It’s a banana crème brûlée with chocolate. Okay, you won that one. Are you ready for the next?”
    She swallowed and nodded, anticipation and excitement building in her.
    “Open your mouth,” he murmured.
    She parted her lips, her mouth watering, and waited. Her body tensed in excitement at the first touch of the fork against her flesh. She closed around a remarkably dense and rich cake. A divine, sweet flavor filled her mouth. She chewed carefully, absorbing the flavors with every ounce of attention she possessed. This one was harder. The fruit taste was there, but as more of an accent. The buttery, creamy taste of the cake was at the forefront.
    “Well?” Vanni said, after she’d swallowed. She heard amusement in his tone. He was enjoying this. “What fruit?”
    “It was definitely a berry. Strawberry?” she asked shakily.
    “Close. But no. It’s a raspberry Kugelhopf, a kind of Alsatian cake. Strike one.”
    Her pulse leapt at her throat. She heard something rustle on the bed. She suddenly wanted to close her thighs to put a clamp on the pressure mounting at her sex.
    “You don’t have to sound so happy about it,” she said breathlessly. Her heart lurched when she felt his hands on her hips.
    “I’ll try to keep my happiness to myself,” he replied drolly. He caught the top of her underwear with his fingers and deliberately pulled them down over her ass. He drew them to her thighs and dropped his hands, leaving them stretched between her legs. The skin on her bottom tingled at being exposed to the cool air. The anticipation was killing her. Her lungs burned.
    So did her clit.
    She jumped when he put his hands on her waist.
    “Shhh,” he soothed as he pushed her toward him. His long thighs pressed lightly to her outer thighs. “Bend forward slightly,” he instructed.
    One of his hands dropped away when she did what he’d said.
    “Oh!” she cried out. He’d turned up the vibrator. Her hips twitched slightly at the arousing sensation.
    Smack.
    She gasped. The sound of skin against skin, the tingle and the burn on her ass left her stunned. A hot spike of arousal drove through her. Her sex clamped tight against the vibrator.
    “I thought it was best just to get it over with and end the suspense,” Vanni said thickly before he spanked her again, this time on the other cheek.

Chapter Twenty
    It was a brisk, precise pop of his cupped hand against skin. This time, she kept her mouth closed over the cry that jumped out of her throat, muting the sound to a whimper. It didn’t hurt terribly. It
did
burn. The prickle of nerves amplified the simmer of her clit. He kept his hand on her, massaging the stinging skin and muscle. That made her moan and her pelvis strain forward slightly. She wished like hell she could press her pussy against something solid.
    “Speak to me,” he said gruffly. “Do you want me to stop?”
    Keeping her mouth shut tight, she shook her head.
    “Emma?” he grated out.
    “No, I don’t want you to stop,” she said emphatically, irritated that he’d made her put it into words and just . . . turned on. Her nipples ached. Her cheeks were on fire.
    “That’s all I wanted to hear. Three more.”
    His hand rose. Her heart stopped and then leapt against her breastbone when he landed another spank on the cheek he’d smacked first. It wasn’t any harder than the first or second swats, but it stung more for having been previously punished. She bit her lip to stifle a sound. He caressed the prickling cheek, soothing the madly firing nerves. It aroused her, his big hand palming almost her entire ass cheek, massaging the warmed flesh.
    “You have a very spankable ass,” he said, and she took heart from the heat in his tone. “Tight and round and ripe,” he added distractedly as he continued to massage her. Then he was palming her other cheek, now using both hands,