Breah was the only live-in staff, and she was good about being discreet when Caleb was home, so the large, fancy kitchen was completely empty. Kelly set the glass in the sink carefully and wondered where she should go from here.

“Did you enjoy the bath?”

Kelly whirled around, startled by the voice. Caleb had followed her after all.

“It was a bath,” she said, with exaggerated coolness.

Caleb laughed softly as he approached her. “It’s not like you to hold a petty grudge.”

He really believed that.

“I’m not holding a grudge. You’re obviously not in the mood for conversation, so why should I bore you with the details of my bath.”

He gave her a knowing smirk and walked forward until she was trapped between his body and the edge of the kitchen table. “Maybe the details of your bath wouldn’t be boring. Did you do anything interesting in there?”

She tried for a heated look and thought she was probably successful. Her treacherous body was already responding to his closeness. When she glanced down, she noticed that her nipples had visibly sprung to attention beneath the fabric of her flimsy robe.

“Maybe. You’ll have to use your imagination.”

“I think you want to tell me. You’re wearing those schoolgirl braids for a reason, which makes me think you might have been a little—naughty.”

She’d been right. He’d read her appearance exactly as she’d wanted him to. He was almost in the right mood for the sex she wanted to have tonight.

Last night, he’d come to her bedroom after dark and moved over her, kissing her, and spreading her legs. It had been completely unexpected, and she wasn’t mentally prepared. She hadn’t had her defenses up, so her emotions had spun into chaos. It had been really hard.

She couldn’t handle missionary position with him. Not again. Not after last night.

She needed sex to be wild, impersonal, maybe even kinky. It was easier that way. It didn’t feel like her.

Last night had started to feel real, so she’d had to fake an orgasm quickly, and then get him to turn her over on her hands and knees to take her from behind.

She’d faked the second orgasm last night too.

“Don’t get any crazy ideas,” she said, a teasing edge to her voice so he’d know she wasn’t serious. “I don’t do the naughty schoolgirl routine.”

Caleb gave her a predatory smile and wrapped his hands around both of her wrists, spreading her arms out on either side of her so she was stretched to his gaze. Her robe had parted widely, exposing most of both breasts. “Don’t lie to me. That’s exactly what you want.”

Kelly managed an exaggerated, outraged glare, and then gasped loudly when he bent down to give one of her tight nipples a little nip.

“Tell me you want it,” he demanded, raising his head so he could devour her face with his eyes. “Don’t you?”

“That’s your ego talking.”

He reached down to untie her robe completely and the fabric parted all the way, revealing her naked body. “Tell me you want it.”

“I don’t.” She couldn’t fight his grip, but she didn’t want to. Arousal was pulsing between her legs, but this was much better than last night. She was in control of this now.

Caleb’s eyes lingered on her breasts. “Your nipples say otherwise.”

“It’s cold in here.”

“No, it’s not. You know better than to tell me a lie.” His gaze had lowered to her pussy. “If I touch you, it will prove how much of a liar you are, won’t it?”

She felt exposed and strangely embarrassed—and even more aroused. But she ignored it since this was what she was going for. “I told you I don’t do the naughty schoolgirl thing.”

“And I know that too was a lie. So, what should I do with such a naughty liar, do you think?” His eyes, his face, his voice, his body, his presence—were all hot tension. Kelly felt herself respond to it involuntarily.

She was panting now, and wanted to squirm against the ache of desire at her core. “What are you going to do?” she asked, sounding hoarse, overwhelmed, desperate with desire.

He let go of one of her wrists so he could rub a small circle over the peak of her nipple.

She gasped in pleasure, her head falling back in response to his touch.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.” She arched her back helplessly into the delicate touch of his fingers.

He dropped his hand without warning. “Then that’s a reward. And naughty girls don’t get rewarded. They get punished.”

Kelly bit her lip, her eyes very wide.

Caleb smiled. “You like that too, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Yes, you do. So ask me nicely, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

It was someone else—not her—who was so turned on by this monster of a man. It was someone else who was letting him touch her like this, talk to her like this, play this little game.

The scene might have come from one of her personal fantasies, but it still couldn’t be her.

It was someone else—never Kelly—who begged him, “Please,” on a taken breath.

“Please what?”

“Please, punish me.”

And that was someone else too.

“Turn around.” His voice was low, commanding, dominant.

Kelly did as he instructed, turning around in front of the empty kitchen table, her robe hanging from her shoulders.

“Bend over.”

This was what she’d had in mind when she’d braided her hair this way. She should be pleased that things were working exactly as she’d intended. No intimate, missionary sex for her tonight.

She just wished her pussy wasn’t so hot and wet, and she wished her hands weren’t trembling as she bent at the waist and planted her palms on the table.

She leaned over all the way, trying not to squirm in response to the slippery heat of her pussy.

“Now show me your ass.”

She raised the hem of the robe, exposing the naked flesh of her bottom.

Her cheek was pressed against the cool wood of the table, and she could see him from the corner of her eye as he moved behind her. She couldn’t stop panting, and her arousal tightened every time he moved.

Caleb cupped and squeezed her ass. “Ask me nicely for what you want.”

“Please,” she choked out, wondering if it was possible to come from nothing more than anticipation. “Please, spank me.”

She cried out in response when he gave her one quick spank.

“I thought that was what you might want.”

The sharp sting, the vulnerability, and the embarrassment combined to turn her on even more. It felt like moisture was leaking out from her pussy. “Again,” she gasped. “Please.”

He spanked her again, and her arousal surged even more.

“More,” she begged.

Each spank stung more than the last, the rhythmic slapping sound combining with the sensations to leave her gasping with pleasure, lifting her bottom to meet every smack.

After several, he caressed her warm flesh. “Enough?”

“No. I need—I need—”

She knew what she needed. Desperately. She just couldn’t seem to bring herself to say it out loud—even in an erotic act where she wasn’t even her.

She whimpered, clutching at the table and desperately trying to keep herself from begging.

“Spread your legs apart more,” he said. His voice was starting to get hoarse. He must be really aroused now too.

She obeyed him, gasping when she felt two of his fingers, first against her pussy, and then plunging all the way inside her.

“You’re so hot and wet,” he murmured. “I should have known you wanted a firm hand.”

She didn’t like the sound of those words, but she blocked them from her mind and focused instead on the physical sensations.

He spanked her again, his fingers still inside her, and she tightened instinctively around the penetration as the pleasure shot through her.

“Let’s see how firm you like it,” he said thickly. He spanked her again. And then again. And on the third spank she was coming hard all around his fingers.