his dark eyes making her tremble.
“Well, my sweet, little brat,” he said softly as he took the hairbrush from her suddenly nerveless fingers. “I think a spanking is ex actly what you need to help you finish getting dressed.”
She ’d protest , but wouldn’t fight him all that much as he led her over to the bench at the foot of the bed and guided her over his knee.
He ’d start by giving her a dozen or so spanks with his hand until her ass tingl ed . Then, e ven though her lacy panties left most of her cheeks exposed, he’d pull them down, telling her that the rest of her spanking must be done on the bare. She’d tense as she waited for the first smack from the hairbrush, but he ’d surprise her by gently caressing her derriere with his hand. His hand would slide down between her legs, his fingers glid ing along her folds until he found her clit . Then he’d make gentle circles on the sensitive pleasure bud before slipping two of his fingers deep into her already sopping wet pussy. He ’d thrust his fingers in and out on c e, then twice before pull ing out.
Desperate for more , she ’ d protest, only to squeal in surprise when the wooden hairbrush came down on her bare ass. Sitting there in the club, she could just imagine the sting such an implement would deliver. S he shifted again in her seat.
Logan wouldn’t spank her too hard — it ’ d be her first time getting spanked with the hairbrush , after all— but hard enough that her ass cheeks would be hot and stinging, and quite red. The thought had her so wet she actually let out a little moan.
Beside her, Cameron looked at her questioningly . “You look flushed . Are you feeling okay?”
Raine opened her mouth to tell him she was fine, but then closed it again. It was completely wrong to turn this to her advantage and use it to get out of this glorified photo opportunity , but she was going to do it anyway.
“I’m suddenly not feeling very well,” she said quietly. “I think maybe we should leave.”
He rested the back of his hand against her cheek , then frowned. “You ’re burning up. ”
She gave him a small smile. “I’m sure it’s nothing, but I’d rather leave if that’s okay with you. I’ll feel much better at home in bed.”
Where she could lose herself in her fantasy again—this time with her battery-operated bedside buddy.
Chloe came by the next day to drop off the re-worked script for the pick-up shots that Raine would be shooting in Vancouver the following week. The role had come soon after she and Cameron had started “seeing” eac h other, and the movie promised be a blockbuster.
Making herself chai tea, Raine carried the new script into the living room and settled down on the couch to memorize her lines . Rather than read, she found herself staring at the huge abstract painting hanging over the fireplace . It was okay, she supposed. If you liked splashes of color on a bright white canvas. The interior designer who ’ d done the place had charged her a small fortune for it, so she suspected it was worth a lot of money, but compared to Logan’s work, it was cold and lifeless.
Tossing the script on the coffee table, she grabbed her laptop and connected to the internet . Going to Google , she typed in Logan’s name and clicked on the search button. T he screen filled with hundreds of matches for the artist. Wow. Apparently, Logan McBride more famous than he let on.
Raine clicked on the link to the gallery in Seattle that showed his work . According to the website, he was currently having a show of his most recent paintings, all of which were done in watercolor. The website also displayed images of some of his oil paintings from previous shows. Curious, she linked to each of the pictures . Though all his stuff was beautiful, she was drawn more to his watercolors than the oils. She didn’t have the expertise to define what made them different, but the watercolors seemed less rigid and more inspiring. It was
“Well, my sweet, little brat,” he said softly as he took the hairbrush from her suddenly nerveless fingers. “I think a spanking is ex actly what you need to help you finish getting dressed.”
She ’d protest , but wouldn’t fight him all that much as he led her over to the bench at the foot of the bed and guided her over his knee.
He ’d start by giving her a dozen or so spanks with his hand until her ass tingl ed . Then, e ven though her lacy panties left most of her cheeks exposed, he’d pull them down, telling her that the rest of her spanking must be done on the bare. She’d tense as she waited for the first smack from the hairbrush, but he ’d surprise her by gently caressing her derriere with his hand. His hand would slide down between her legs, his fingers glid ing along her folds until he found her clit . Then he’d make gentle circles on the sensitive pleasure bud before slipping two of his fingers deep into her already sopping wet pussy. He ’d thrust his fingers in and out on c e, then twice before pull ing out.
Desperate for more , she ’ d protest, only to squeal in surprise when the wooden hairbrush came down on her bare ass. Sitting there in the club, she could just imagine the sting such an implement would deliver. S he shifted again in her seat.
Logan wouldn’t spank her too hard — it ’ d be her first time getting spanked with the hairbrush , after all— but hard enough that her ass cheeks would be hot and stinging, and quite red. The thought had her so wet she actually let out a little moan.
Beside her, Cameron looked at her questioningly . “You look flushed . Are you feeling okay?”
Raine opened her mouth to tell him she was fine, but then closed it again. It was completely wrong to turn this to her advantage and use it to get out of this glorified photo opportunity , but she was going to do it anyway.
“I’m suddenly not feeling very well,” she said quietly. “I think maybe we should leave.”
He rested the back of his hand against her cheek , then frowned. “You ’re burning up. ”
She gave him a small smile. “I’m sure it’s nothing, but I’d rather leave if that’s okay with you. I’ll feel much better at home in bed.”
Where she could lose herself in her fantasy again—this time with her battery-operated bedside buddy.
Chloe came by the next day to drop off the re-worked script for the pick-up shots that Raine would be shooting in Vancouver the following week. The role had come soon after she and Cameron had started “seeing” eac h other, and the movie promised be a blockbuster.
Making herself chai tea, Raine carried the new script into the living room and settled down on the couch to memorize her lines . Rather than read, she found herself staring at the huge abstract painting hanging over the fireplace . It was okay, she supposed. If you liked splashes of color on a bright white canvas. The interior designer who ’ d done the place had charged her a small fortune for it, so she suspected it was worth a lot of money, but compared to Logan’s work, it was cold and lifeless.
Tossing the script on the coffee table, she grabbed her laptop and connected to the internet . Going to Google , she typed in Logan’s name and clicked on the search button. T he screen filled with hundreds of matches for the artist. Wow. Apparently, Logan McBride more famous than he let on.
Raine clicked on the link to the gallery in Seattle that showed his work . According to the website, he was currently having a show of his most recent paintings, all of which were done in watercolor. The website also displayed images of some of his oil paintings from previous shows. Curious, she linked to each of the pictures . Though all his stuff was beautiful, she was drawn more to his watercolors than the oils. She didn’t have the expertise to define what made them different, but the watercolors seemed less rigid and more inspiring. It was
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