Connor McCabe recognized Abby as someone who needed looking after from the moment he met her and immediately appointed himself her protector. A former Navy Seal, accustomed to being respected and obeyed, it wasn’t long before he was taking her in hand, determined to instill some sense into her beautiful head. In his opinion, Abby was a little wild, drank too much, and was entirely too confident in her martial arts skills.
Abigail Stevens’ diminutive size was one of the reasons she pursued her back belt. A girl had to know how to take care of herself in today’s world. She was proud of her accomplishments, even if her overgrown G.I. Joe didn’t take her seriously. Sure he was stronger and when he pulled her over his knees there wasn’t much doubt who was in charge, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable. It just meant that she was crazy about the dominant man, or maybe just plain crazy. In her mind the jury was still out.
When danger threatens Abby and those she holds dear, Connor and the other men in the O’Malley’s tight-knit circle do everything in their power to protect their women. As frustrations and tensions mount the power struggle between Abby and Connor escalates, putting their entire relationship at risk until a hero makes a move, one that will change everything.
“Connor McCabe, are you telling me that you actually enjoy…” she swallowed with difficulty and began again. “Did you say you derive sexual pleasure from paddling my ass? That it’s not just for discipline as you’ve always insisted?” she gasped.
“Oh it’s nearly always for discipline,” he replied, smiling. “Thankfully you give me plenty of reasons to spank you, but do I like it? You bet I do,” he admitted, grasping her hips and pulling her naked pussy snuggly against him.
Abby grasped his shoulder and stared into his eyes. His hard cock was now nestled securely between her pussy lips and the heat of it seared her.
“I love turning your little bottom berry red. Holding your hot cheeks in my hands as I sink my cock into you while you squirm is incredible. Your sexy whimpers and moans fire my blood like nothing ever has.” Feeling the moist heat of her core getting slipperier by the second, he ground her to him with a strong arm around her hips.
“I love making you mind me. Watching you stand in the corner with your nose to the wall, your sweet little bottom wearing my handiwork after you’ve been punished is unbearably moving,” he admitted, apparently without an ounce of shame.
“So if I were good all the time, I mean if I could be, you would miss spanking me?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
Connor laughed. “I would miss it terribly. Of course you’ll understand why I’m not worried about it,” he teased, bending to suckle her nipple for a moment.
“But you would stop, if I were good, right?” she asked hesitantly and held his head to her breast, her head dropping back as pleasure rushed through her.
“If you were a good girl,” he murmured, moving to her other breast and rasping his tongue across its peak, “and I mean a very good girl, I would have no reason to spank you…unless you wanted me to. Would you want me to, Abby honey?” he whispered, holding his breath.
“I don’t know,” she sighed, bowing her back to give him better access.