Trouble in the Making by Lissa Matthews Read Free Book Online Page B

that had haunted her dreams more than once over the last two decades. They were lit with fire and heat, things she knew well. “Yeah?”
    He dropped his hands to her ass and brought her firmly into his body. His cock throbbed against her. “Oh yeah.”
    She liked the image of him being unable to masturbate enough to slake even an ounce of his lust. He walked her backward until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, then he spun her around and urged her down to the mattress.
    “On your knees and elbows.”
    And just that quick, she was ready again. Her clit filled with need and her nipples scraped the soft bed linens. She got into position and he pulled her by her ankles until her feet hung off the edge. She turned her head when she heard the pop of a snap.
    “Eyes down or forward. Don’t worry about what I’m doing.”
    Liz was sure she should have a retort of some sort for him, but for the life of her, she couldn’t think of anything. He was unfastening his leathers and all she wanted to do was get a peek at his cock. She was already wet, already willing, already primed. What could one little peek hurt? What harm could one little glance at his hardness do?
    If she couldn’t look… She wiggled her ass.
    Johnny smacked her on the ass for her trouble. “Brat.”
    She started to laugh, to agree, but thought better of it. There was a lot about him she wanted to explore, to know, to experience, but it was pleasure and sex that was foremost on her mind at that moment. She stilled and looked down at the rich brown of the coverlet, tracing the elegant swirls with nothing more than her gaze.
    “You’re such a strong, independent woman, Liz.” Johnny stroked his fingers down her spine. “I couldn’t be more proud of you for staying true to who you are, not changing for anyone or anything. You’ve always done things your way.” He dipped those same fingers between her legs and trailed her juices up over her ass. “You’ve got this part of you, though, that begs to be taken, to be shown a whole new way of living life, to be forced outside that area of comfort you surround yourself with and cling to. You want to be played with, teased, loved, even romanced. You want to be given a chance to explore with someone, to give someone every inch of your body and soul, to be free to give and take whatever you want. I’m that someone, Liz.”
    She knew what he was talking about and she was fighting not to shiver at his touch, at the way his voice dropped while he talked, while he teased her. She wanted to move against his fingers, but knew he’d spank her again if she did. Then again…
    They’d talked about this, about spankings, something she didn’t really know anything about other than what she’d seen and read in books. Her own romances were tame on the sex, graphic in detail, but not kinky. Now that he’d spanked her, though, she might have to ask him to help her explore it some more. For research, of course.
    They’d talked about many things during those late-night phone calls, things that made her yearn for something she hadn’t known existed. Things she wanted to learn more about, but hadn’t had the courage to seek an outlet for until the idea of Johnny teaching her, showing her, had settled inside her. Whatever fantasies she might have had about him in the past didn’t come close to the reality of him.
    She wiggled her ass again and was rewarded by the swat she knew he’d give simply because she moved when he’d told her not to.
    “Now you’re just trying my patience.” He palmed one of her bottom cheeks and squeezed hard until she bucked. “Don’t think for a second, Lizzie girl, that I won’t put you over my knee and paddle you just like the brat you’re trying to be. Stay still.”
    The hardened tone was laced with tenderness only someone familiar with him would hear. She didn’t doubt him or his resolve, but she also knew he wouldn’t harm her. He cared for her too much, and right then,