In the dim light of the room, cast by the near full moon beaming in through the window, Adira watched through slitted eyes as her palm rose up and down as it rested on his chest. She remained perfectly still, pretending to be asleep. Maybe she wasn’t exactly playing fair. She did have a nightmare, and Maddox had come into the room to hold and console her, but she wasn’t asleep now, and her hand wasn’t accidently on his chest simply because she didn’t know what she was doing.

Oh, Adira knew what she was doing for sure. And could you really blame a girl? This man was solid as a brick. Was she maybe taking advantage of his kindness and using the opportunity to lie against his warmth, to smell the spice of his pure manliness, and to touch her body so very close to his?

Yes.

But she couldn’t help it.

When he got off the bed to leave the room, she didn’t want her time with him to end. She wanted Maddox right where he was. So a little whimper to pull at his heart strings may have been a bit tricky, but she had no shame, clearly, when it came to this man.

His kiss in the operation center had all but knocked her off her feet. And he’d stopped! Why had he stopped? The searing touch of his lips to hers still tingled now with the memory. She craved it again, but Maddox seemed to want no part of her. She was his client and nothing more, and knowing that stung. As much as she hated to admit it, Maddox had awoken something inside of her. His dominance, his power, his strength, and yet also a very gentle touch, all combined as one to light her body and soul on fire. He infuriated her at times, and yet he fascinated her too.

Feeling his breath mingle with the hair on the top of her head as he slept, a mischievous thought came to mind, and she smiled at what her next plan would be. Something had changed in her since she arrived in Texas. Maybe it was finally feeling safe. Maybe it was a survival mechanism to enable her to make it through the darkness of her reality. Or maybe it was just as simple as all the people making her feel at ease. But whatever it was, it sparked a playfulness inside of her. She would have never done the stunt she and Jennie did earlier. She had always been a serious person with very little sense of humor. But right now, she wanted to keep her spirited streak alive.

Releasing another tiny whimper—as if she were having another nightmare—she tossed her body from side to side in a gentle rocking motion, lowering her hand from his chest to rest right above his crotch. She didn’t have the courage to lower it all the way down, but she did press her body even closer to his in her time of fake duress. Her breasts melded against his rib cage, and she snuggled in even closer. She was asleep after all and wouldn’t know what she was doing.

When his arm tightened around her in response, pulling her even closer, and he kissed the top of her head offering some silent comfort, Adira decided to go for it completely. Whimpering—once again still deep within her pretend nightmare—she lowered her hand all the way to his already hardening cock. The outline of his desire tenting the fabric of his pants throbbed beneath her palm. The tiny little motions of his growing erection filled her with a sense of satisfaction. She could awaken him with simply a touch, and it made all the rejection she had felt earlier disappear. Maddox may have pretended he wasn’t aroused by Adira, but she could clearly see that his body disagreed. She could acknowledge that perhaps he had some sort of strict moral code, but… well, that didn’t mean she had to accept it. She’d learned the hard way that life was extremely fragile and could be ripped away at any moment, and she had no intention of not making every moment matter. No, her newfound knowledge gave her even more courage to continue with her naughty game and to turn up the heat a notch.

Still feigning being in the throes of a dream, Adira jerked her body just enough that her palm moved up the length of his shaft and then back down. She did it again, but this time allowing a small moan to escape her lips, only adding to her secretive seduction. Flipping over onto her side, making sure that the movement raised her tank top so that it exposed her entire belly, and releasing another mixture of whimper and moan, she scooted her bottom to his side and pressed in until he repositioned his own body from his back to his side.

He spooned her frame and pulled her into his embrace, releasing a deep, husky breath as he did so. Wiggling her bottom back into him, she could feel his hardness pressed firmly against the seam of her ass. Heat burst from her core and coated every inch of skin between her legs, and her hunger for more grew in intensity. God, she wanted him. She wanted to give herself completely and have her first experience be with Maddox more than she ever wanted anything in her life.

Did he think she was still asleep? Should she open her eyes and tell him not to stop and to actually press himself inside her fully, no longer being blocked by the fabric of their clothes? Her inexperience in this matter confused her, and she wasn’t quite sure how to make the next step happen without facing more possible rejection. But she had to do something. The beating of her pussy all but demanded it.

Reaching for Maddox’s hand that rested lightly on her hip, she took hold and pulled it to the waistband of her panties and then, with her bottom lip between her teeth, she sucked in a deep breath, making her flat stomach concave and guided his hand beneath the satin, shuddering a bit with the heat of his palm against her bare flesh as she directed it even further down the juncture between her thighs. He didn’t resist, but he didn’t take any liberties either. He allowed her to be in full control. Neither of them said a word, but both of their breathing sped up as his fingertips made contact with her wetness.

Oh, he was awake, she had no doubt in her mind. And he was permitting this seductive dance to continue. Adira knew one thing, and that was if Maddox wanted this to stop at any time, he would, whether she liked it or not. But he wasn’t… He was waiting to see…

His hand rested on her mound, and she wanted to scream for him to take over from there but he remained in place, awaiting her next command, silently mastering her will. The sensation of having the weight of his hand encompassing her sex caused her to feel possessed and owned. She liked it. She liked it so much that she actually wanted to feel that way all the time. He had not said a single word, not given his typical look of authority, and yet Adira felt a wave of submission wash over her, even though she was making all the moves. Holding back a moan and the urge to beg for Maddox to dominate her, she relished in the feeling of surrender. Women’s lib be damned. She wanted Maddox to claim her with more than just his hand, and make her his whether she liked it or not. She wanted him to make her beg for mercy, demand she scream out his name, call him sir and have him master her body. Oh, how she wanted that with this man who respectfully did not budge an inch without Adira giving the green light.

Deciding that she needed to make the next step happen, as a deliciously sinful part of her also enjoyed the freedom of leading, she pressed down on his index finger, causing it to slip between the wet folds of her pussy. She gasped as colossal shocks of pleasure danced around every ounce of flesh his hand touched. Wanting even more, she applied more pressure to his finger that rested right on the surface of her tiny hole until it breached the skin and entered her tight passage. Another gasp blended with a moan as she thrust her hips to meet his invasion, driving his finger even deeper inside. His hot breath against her ear sent a shiver down her spine as the rest of her body lit up in heated temperature. Maddox kept his finger firmly in place, and Adira knew that the only way she could quench the fever inside was to fuck his finger herself. With all embarrassment or insecurity washed away by lust, she gyrated on his hand, forcing his finger to thrust in and out of her—sometimes shallow, and sometimes deep.

She moaned softly with each ministration, relishing in how his hard cock seemed to grow even bigger as Maddox’s heartbeat marched a steady rhythm on the top of her back.

“Kiss my neck,” she whispered, hoping he would continue to do as she asked. There was no doubt in her mind that this man was in control, and he was allowing every single move she made. Was it curiosity on Maddox’s part? Did he want to test how far she would go? Or maybe he was only tricking her into believing she was leading this seduction. Nonetheless, she wanted desperately to feel the smooth warmness of his lips on her again, regardless of where they may land.

Maddox followed her soft request and began to place the gentlest of kisses along her sensitive skin while she continued to work his finger along a spot deep inside her body that made her muscles clench around his finger at each pass. Adira had figured a way to push and pull her lower half to have his finger hit the perfect spot. Over and over she mimicked the movement, driving the pleasure higher and higher. Moisture of her arousal coated his finger, making the process of fucking herself with his large digit even easier. An intense warmth pulsated so hotly inside her that, for a split second, she wondered if she would burn his finger with her building orgasm. It was coming… it was coming…

Maddox nibbled her neck rather than kissed it. The tiny but delicious act felt as if he were granting her permission to find her release. It was a silent directive but all she needed for an explosion of euphoric waves to wash over her, tensing her body, causing her soft moans to turn into a little cry. As the orgasm took over, Maddox continued to bite and suck on her neck. The knowledge that he was marking her as his only made the pleasure of her desire explode even more. She jerked on his finger as the walls of her pussy milked his digit with each wave of her completion, gasping for air between her mews of delight.

Very slowly, Maddox removed his hand and lowered her panties until they rested on the tops of her thighs. She hadn’t fully recovered, but her limp body could do nothing more than allow it.

Finally, she thought, the thrill of anticipation causing her breath to catch, only to explode in a gasp when the hot searing swat of his hand made contact with her now exposed behind.

“Naughty,” he growled. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was,” she moaned. “I mean… I am. I’m simply dreaming.”

He swatted her again, and then again. “You’re lying, little girl.”

Adira positioned herself onto her stomach so that her butt could be reached easily. “Do it again,” she softly commanded, anxiously awaiting another sting of his hand.

He complied, whapping her right where her panties met the bottom of her curved globes. “You like that, don’t you? You like to be spanked.”

She nodded and pushed her ass up, silently begging for more.

“Is it the pain?” his husky voice asked through the moonlit room, “or do you like being a naughty little girl, taken in hand by a man who knows just how to do it?”

He spanked her a few more times, each stroke causing her body to jerk with the force, the heat flaring in her ass before blooming in her sex. After a half dozen punishing swats, she decided to answer. “Both.” She gasped and squeezed her thighs together as one of the spanks hurt enough to capture her breath, trapping it in her throat before another drove it free. “Oh… oh, I-I like both.”

“You can’t expect to do things to a man like that and not suffer the consequences. A man has only so much control.”

“What if I want the consequences?” she teased back with a wiggle of her naked behind.

He spanked her even harder this time, no doubt trying to release his sexual tension. “You have no idea what you are asking for. What that truly means.”

“I do.” Or at least she thought she did.

“No, you don’t. You don’t know my expectations. My wants. My needs.”

“But I want to. Show me.” He swatted her again. “Make me. Make me give you what you need.” Not truly understanding why she felt as she did didn’t keep her from being desperate to learn; desperate to unleash the beast she knew lurked within him. She didn’t want to be taken lightly or with great care. She didn’t want to be handled like fine china. She wanted Maddox to treat her rawly and release his true animalistic power on her.

A deep growl rumbled from his chest. “Christ, Adira. If I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

“What do you want from me?”

She looked over her shoulder into his dark eyes, highlighted from the light outside. He was still fully clothed, but her mouth watered at the thought of seeing him naked. Licking her lips and throwing all caution and reason out of her mind, she answered with, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me right now.”

“It’s not right,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I’m not asking for right. I choose wrong.” She flipped over onto her back, taking a moment to enjoy the slight pain of her spanked ass as it made contact with the cool sheets of the bed. She knew her pussy was fully displayed before him when his eyes glanced down to see her tiny little curls, and she loved the vulnerable sensation that flooded her at the widening of his eyes and the flaring of his nostrils. She felt her nipples begin to throb, pressing against the camisole top that suddenly seemed to weigh entirely too much. The slight embarrassment of having him see her wet pussy lips only urged her on. Spreading her legs just enough so he could get a better look, she lowered her fingertips to her silky flesh, slippery from her earlier eruption, and slowly played with herself, hoping her seduction was working. She may have lost her mind completely, behaving as she never had before, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to think, to plan, to over analyze. She didn’t want to do what was expected of her any longer. She wanted to live, and to experience… to feel totally alive. She wanted to be a woman, and she wanted Maddox to take her as the man he truly was.

“Adira…” Maddox swallowed hard, every muscle in his body appearing tense. The internal struggle he was dealing with was written over each inch of his being.

“Fuck me, Maddox. Don’t make me beg.”