Already the pleasant ache and burn on her ass had faded to little more than a memory. The effects of a spanking rarely lasted longer than an hour. She’d never been spanked with a ruler before, but she’d found it to have less bite than a leather paddle. She wasn’t a true masochist who wanted something drastic like a wooden paddle or a riding crop.
Mia shivered at the prospect. She liked the lighter slap-and-tickle aspects, and she liked the upcoming scenario because she sometimes fantasized about having a man tell her what to do and treat her like a sexual object. However, she’d walk out on any man who tried to do that at other times. Role-playing like this was completely new to her.
She frowned at the naked woman with wild hair in the mirror. Kaelen had never treated her badly or talked down to her. He flirted incessantly, and he used his charm way too much, but he’d never been rude or crude. Perhaps she should give him the benefit of the doubt. This scenario presented a safe, consensual way for both of them to explore a dynamic neither of them wanted to put into permanent practice.
Fantasy and role-play provided for healthy expression and exploration of alternate ideas and frowned-upon social norms. She ran her hands through her unruly tresses. Her hairbrush was in the bag she’d left in her car. She wondered if Kaelen would run out and get it.
A knock on the door startled her from her thoughts. “Yes?”
“I have a bottle of water. You have to be thirsty after all that.”
She cracked the door the slightest bit and reached her hand out for the bottle. “Thanks.”
He’d fastened his jeans, but he hadn’t put a shirt back on. “Hey, do you know how long you might be in there? It’s the only bathroom in this place.” He handed the water over.
“Let me throw on some clothes and you can go first. I have to get a few things from my car.”
When she emerged a few minutes later, she was wearing the same baggy jeans and shapeless sweater in which she’d arrived.
He looked her up and down, a frown marring his brow. “That’s not the outfit I picked out for you.”
She smoothed a hand over her hair, hoping to tame some of the mess. “I’ll get dressed after I run to my car.”
The frown didn’t go away, and Mia found that she didn’t like seeing it. In all their interactions, he’d rarely frowned like that, even when he didn’t get his way. “It’s a little chilly outside. Do you want me to get it for you?”
“Thanks, but I got it. You go ahead and do what you need to do. I’ll be right back.”
He grabbed her wrist as she went by. “Are you okay with this? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
She couldn’t look away from the concern shining from his gray eyes. He’d fulfilled her fantasy. She would take this part with the playful grain of salt in which it was intended. “I’m okay with this. Just don’t expect me to behave like an airhead.”
The line between his brows disappeared, and the brilliant smile that melted her bones reappeared. “That’ll work. I like smart chicks.” He released her wrist, but he slapped her on the ass before she was out of reach. At her expression of mild disapproval, he shrugged. That smile never faded from his face. In fact, it grew. His dimple put in an appearance. “Practice.”
She couldn’t stop herself from returning his smile. “You’ve practiced enough on my ass.”
He shook his head and started toward the bathroom. “I’ll never get enough of your ass.”
The door closed, ending her chance to say anything in response. It was no use anyway. She was out of her league when it came to his level of flirting. Since she would be on the receiving end of his flirtation, charm, and sexual advances for the next few hours, perhaps she should just relax and enjoy it. After all, that was kind of the role he’d asked her to play, and it did appeal to a soft part of her she’d buried in order to nurture her pragmatic side.
When she returned to the cabin, the bathroom door hung open. A file folder waited on the desk, though the papers and other office paraphernalia were still on the floor where he’d flung them when he’d cleared the desktop.
She glanced at the closed door behind the desk. It was a bedroom. It had to be. There was nothing else left. How would that play into his boss-secretary fantasy?
What a puzzling man. Outside the confines of school, there seemed to be a lot more to him. Perhaps she’d underestimated him when she’d stereotyped and dismissed him from everything but her sexual fantasies.
Ten minutes later, she had tamed her hair back into a ponytail and shimmied into the outfit he’d selected. It reminded her of something from a porno or a rock video. The green plaid skirt was almost long enough to cover her ass. From Kaelen’s height, he wouldn’t be able to see anything, but if she bent at all, he would have an unobstructed view of everything. Underwear and hose weren’t allowed, but he’d left a pair of low-heeled, strappy sandals for her feet.