But her bottom certainly wasn’t, at this moment in time. Jason had managed to set it on fire all over, and he was clearly waiting for her to concede defeat before he stopped, as smack after smack fell on her overheated rear.
She thought of her old self, before returning to Bledburn, and would have smiled if she hadn’t been so busy yelping. The old Jenna, if she had been sat down in front of a recording of this moment, sent back in time to her LA office, would have been horrified. What the hell is he doing to me? It’s assault! Sexual assault! Get the police for me, Misty.
Worst of all for old-Jenna, a substantial part of her would have been intrigued, excited even, by the scene. And that would have made her react even more negatively.
I won’t be disrespected again by any man, ever.
Yet Jason was not disrespecting her. They were both fully engaged in mutual pleasure. The only reason he was spanking her was because she wanted him to.
She was probably insane, though, she reflected. It was getting really painful now.
She kicked her legs to try and deflect his hand from its task, her face as hot as her backside.
‘You peasants really are slow to catch on, aren’t you?’ said Jason, sounding impressed. His arm must have tired, because he stopped for a moment, rubbing his palm over her smarting globes. ‘Either that or incredibly stubborn. Which one is it?’
‘Stubborn,’ panted Jenna. ‘Very, very stubborn.’
‘I had a feeling you might be. So, then. Are you going to do as you’re told, or do I have to spank you again? I don’t mind, either way. I could do this all night.’
As if to demonstrate, he peppered each cheek with a rapid fire of smacks.
Jenna shrieked, and knew she had had enough this time.
‘Please, no more,’ she pleaded. ‘I will obey you.’
‘Aha, good decision,’ said Jason. ‘I was starting to wonder if you’d gone numb and couldn’t feel it.’
‘Oh, I could feel it. Don’t worry about that.’
He let her get up and she stood, rubbing her behind and eyeing him coyly as he sat in his towel on the edge of the bed.
‘Go on then,’ he prompted, his eyes rapacious as they raked her over.
She loved that light of lust in his eye, and knew she was reflecting it back to him. Jason’s body was one of her favourite sights, certainly on a par with his art in her opinion. There was nothing she preferred to look at.
Clad only in a towel, he sat flexing his wrist as if the spanking had strained it in some way – perhaps it had. She could see how red his palm was and blushed to think that the colour was replicated on her bottom. His broad shoulders, tautly muscled arms and well-defined chest were powerful without being exaggerated. She had never gone for that body-builder look anyway, and Deano was the elegantly wasted type. Compared to him, Jason was certainly well built.
His legs were long, and his hands were an artist’s hands, despite the long years of dossing and time-wasting on the estate – smooth and pale with long fingers. She shivered to think of the talents those fingers had. It wasn’t just paint they brought to life.
As for what lay beneath the towel … well, it was making its presence felt via a tell-tale bulge in the centre of the bunched white fabric. She wouldn’t be leaving the room without taking the whole length of it inside her.
She swallowed and began to remove the silken garment. Slowly, she lowered the shoulder straps, baring her shoulders, then she allowed the lace top of it to unveil her breasts.
Jason smiled crookedly as they came into view, and reached out.
‘Closer,’ he said.
She stepped towards him and he ran his hands over her bared mounds, lowering his face to kiss her nipples, which were tingling with life.
He looked up at her from beneath lowered brows.
‘Who do these belong to?’ he asked.
She wasn’t sure whether he was still playing the wicked lord or not, but the answer would still be the same.
‘You,’ she whispered, breathing deep as he rubbed pleasure into her.
‘Don’t you forget it.’ He worked at her breasts, caressing and stimulating them with fingers, tongue and teeth, until she squirmed so much her slip began to fall further.