The Bossman by Renee Rose Read Free Book Online Page B

open for discussion.”
    She smiled ruefully and shook her head. “Neanderthal,” she muttered, but her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She climbed to her feet, finding her panties where she’d kicked them off and stepping back into them. “Are you still up for dinner?”
    “Absolutely.”
    He opened a bottle of wine and poured it, but she shooed him to the table, serving him the way his mother used to serve his father, glowing when he praised the savory meal of chicken, fresh vegetables and wild rice she’d made. Seeing her this way--all soft and open--made him even more determined to win her over. Sophie Palazzo was a prize no man deserved, himself included.
    She served chocolate ice cream in little sundae dishes for dessert. He watched the way she sucked on her spoon, remembering the feel of those full lips teasing his cock just an hour earlier.
    “So, spanking women isn’t a fetish for you?”
    He almost laughed, but something in her expression looked so vulnerable he swallowed it in time. The last thing he wanted to do was mock her sexual kinks. “Well,” he said slowly, “I’m certainly turned on by the sight of a woman’s bare ass. So maybe the first few spanks excite me. But once she starts hurting, the arousal goes away and it’s just about discipline. So I guess I’m not a real sadist.”
    She looked excited, like he’d given the right answer. “I guess I’m not a masochist, either, because I didn’t like the pain.”
    “But you liked something about it?” he probed.
    Her face flushed, making her pale green eyes stand out against the pink. She scraped the bottom of her sundae dish scrupulously, then shrugged. “I don’t know. No.”
    He stood from his chair and took the sundae dish out of her hand as he pulled her to stand. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her close, lowering his face toward hers, so they stood nose to nose. “Did you forget,” he asked softly, “there are consequences for lying to me?”
    The pink returned to her cheeks and her lips parted, but no sound escaped. He bent his head to brush them lightly. “Tell me what you liked,” he coaxed.
    She stared up at him, frozen for a long moment. “I liked the idea of it, maybe,” she admitted at last. “Or...maybe just the dominance. But that doesn’t mean I want a dominant man,” she said quickly.
    This time he did laugh. “You don’t want to give me any footing, here. I get it. I know dominating you would be a privilege I’d have to earn.”
    She looked up with a mixture of surprise and gratitude on her face.
    He cupped her chin and kissed her lips, exploring their softness with his own. “I do intend to earn it,” he said in a low voice.
    She Googled “sexual spanking” the next day while she ought to be cleaning her apartment and spent two hours poring over spanking sites, discovering an entire world of spankers that included the more serious “domestic discipline” practitioners to the strictly erotic spanksters. By the time she finished reading, she was grinding over the seat of her chair, more turned on than she’d ever become without anyone touching her.
    She discovered many women requesting advice on how to get their husbands to act more dominant, or to spank them. She snorted at the thought of coaching Joey. The man was a born dominant, taking her in hand without even knowing there was such a thing. And while part of her still rebelled because he had no right to impose his will on her ass, there was no denying what it did to her. The thought of him giving her a real punishment, the memory of the way he’d spun her around and delivered his form of justice, made her fingers seek her aching sex, her eyes rolling back in her head.
    She ended up ordering some implements, following the recommendations and reviews of other kinksters, including a wooden paddle, stainless steel butt plug, and aloe vera gel for afterward.
    He called that night before she was heading to bed. He’d called a few