Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

My entire central nervous system is in meltdown mode.
My pulse is hammering, my knees are knocking, and my lungs
aren’t feeding my brain nearly enough oxygen. I literally feel
as if I’m about to pass out cold. The only thing keeping me
standing is the hand I’ve got curled into the waistband of his
sweats.
“I…I…”
Kage waits, nostrils flared and lips thinned, looking so
damn hot, I’m sweating.
Finally, it comes out in a breathless rush. “Oh, fuck it. Yes,
you have my permission.”
Before I can pass out, he picks me up in his arms and
strides into the bedroom.
With me in his arms, he sits on the edge of the mattress.
He flips me over so I’m facedown over his lap, my chest on
the bed and my butt in the air. He yanks down my shorts to
mid-thigh, holds me down by the scruff of my neck, and says
in a husky voice, “I’ve been dreaming about this for months.”
He gives me a swift, smart smack on my ass.
When I jump and squeal, he laughs.
Darkly.
He smacks me again, this time on the other cheek, slightly
harder. It sends a shock wave of pleasure through my body.
The place where he struck me tingles and stings, but doesn’t
hurt.
Still, I’m hyperventilating. My shaking hands curl to fists
in the sheets.
“The first was a level one. The second was a level two.
Here’s a three. Tell me if you want it softer or harder.”
He slaps my butt again, this time with more force. I suck in
a breath, my back stiffening. Then he smooths his big rough
hand over both my butt cheeks, back and forth from side to
side, gently stroking away the sting and waiting.