Hunter sucks in a breath and bites down on his own hand. “Now, this.” His voice drops to something barely human. “This is what I was really thinking.”
“Oh yeah?” I bat my lashes and take another step backward. Toward the shop floor. Toward the windows.
He nods and stalks toward me. “You keep walkin’ out there, baby, everyone walking past is going to see you through those big fuckin’ windows.”
I nod. Daring myself to take another step back until I’m standing on the shop floor, surrounded by white dresses, the afternoon sun pouring through the glass. “Am I in trouble, cowboy?” I ask, dipping my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties. But I don’t take them off. I wait for his instructions.
He steps into the room. Glances at the windows. Back at me. “You want people to watch? Is that it?”
My heart is hammering. My body is about to catch fire. “Maybe the excitement of getting caught turns me on,” I tell him.
His tongue runs across his bottom lip. “You wanna give the people of New Falls something to watch, huh?” He tilts his head, his eyes raking down my body like he’s deciding where to start.
He closes the distance between us. His hand wraps around my throat. “I think they need to watch me punish my soon-to-be wife, don’t you? For standing here in broad daylight, showing the world what belongs to me.”
The possessiveness in his voice almost makes my brain short-circuit. This should not be hot. It wouldn’t be from any other man on earth. But from my man? I’m melting.
My mouth falls open. “Punish?”
He nods once. “You’ll enjoy it. I bet you’re wet just thinking about my hand cracking down on your ass. I bet you’re turned on knowing I’ll kiss every inch of it better.” He pauses. Points at the velvet chair in the corner. “And then I’m going to sit my ass in that chair, and I’m going to jerk off watching you try on dresses for me. And once you’ve found the one you want, I’m going to bend you over and eat your pussy on my damn knees. And if you’re a good girl, your ass too. And then I’m going to fuck you so deep in your dress of choice that your screams rattle off these walls. And everyone who walks past will see that you are all mine, Lola.”
I suck in a breath and squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to come on the spot. “And what if I say no?” I breathe.
He chuckles. “I dare you to.”
He reaches behind me and grabs something off a display—a glittery ribbon sash, the kind that wraps around the waist of a bridal gown. His fingers graze my wrists. “Or do you want me to tie you up and spank you?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
I bite my lip. “Punish me then, cowboy,” I tell him, and hold up my hands.
A growl erupts from him. He spins me around so my back is flush against his chest. I can feel every inch of him, hard and hot and barely restrained.
“Bend over and hands on that pole,” he gruffs out.
He pushes my hair over my shoulder and grabs the back of my neck. I do as he says, my palms connecting with the cool metal rail between the hanging dresses. White satin brushes against my bare arms.
He ties my wrists to the rail with the glittery fabric. Takes his time. Makes sure it’s firm but doesn’t cut in, especially on my bad wrist. And then he steps behind me and nudges my legs wider.
“Good girl,” he rasps, running both hands over my ass.
“You ready, baby?”
I nod, closing my eyes, and he tuts. His hand fists into my hair at the scalp and tugs my head up. “Words, firefly. Use them.”
“Yes, sir. I’m ready,” I pant.
His hand cracks down on my left cheek hard enough that a scream rips out of me and echoes off the boutique walls.
“That’a girl,” he praises, and the words alone make me drip.
He goes again. And again. Each one followed by praise that melts into my skin. By the fifth, I’m out of breath. My legs are barely holding me upright. My ass is stinging and hot, and every nerve ending in my body is vibrating.
“P-please, Hunter,” I beg.
“Please, what? Stop?”
I shake my head. “God no. More.”
He slides his hands down my ass and between my thighs, pushing my panties aside. He hisses through his teeth when he feels how soaked I am.