Redemption(86)

Everything about Dean screamed power. Screamed dominance. Although I tried my level best at being a woman every other woman out there would be proud of, I failed miserably when it came to Dean.

“You’re being an arse.” Yes, well, no one would ever say I got ten points for originality.

Dean raised his eyebrow. “An arse?”

I folded my arms like a child. “Yes. An arse.”

Dean grabbed my arms and pushed them away. “Don’t ever put any barriers in front of what is mine, Tyler. I will always win.”

My eyes widened. “You little—”

He placed his finger on my lips. “Don’t say what you might end up regretting later on. I would hate to see you sitting on your knees for the next few days because you’re peachy bottom’s so sore.”

Placing my hand on his chest, I pushed Dean up against the wall. “Don’t mess with me, Dean, because I don’t think you’ll like it if you do.”

He looked at me with those damn sultry, hooded eyes of his. “Hmm, how aggressive.”

I stepped back. “Aggressive? Me?” Dean nodded with a smile, so I grabbed some tissues, wiped myself off, and stomped into the bedroom. Dean watched while I went through my wardrobe.

“What are you doing?”

“Patience.”

I went through all my stuff, but all my summer things were at the forefront. I knew what I was looking for, but I’d be damned if I remembered where I put it.

Pulling all my things away from a pile, I finally found it. Smiling, I pulled it out and put it on. Dean stood there, a smile plastered on his face. I put the hood up and pointed at the bed.

“Get on the bed. Face forward. Don’t fucking look at me because I will punish you.” I said it in the deepest voice I could muster. By now, Dean was laughing his head off. Then he suddenly stopped and looked at me, and I knew what he was planning on next.

With a sprint, I ran around my bed. “No, you don’t!” I shouted, jumping on my bed and jumping off the other side, Dean in pursuit. No doubt he would catch me in a fraction of a second.

In no time at all, Dean grabbed me, pulling me towards him. I laughed and turned to face him. With a free hand, I smeared the rest of the toothpaste over his chest.

Dean looked down, then back up at me. He licked his lips and gave me a reproachful stare. “Tyler, Tyler, Tyler… You are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”

With one quick tug, he had the hoodie off me and my front sprawled across his knee like a five-year-old. I felt his hand come down and in one swift move, he slapped me across the bottom. I should have felt angry and degraded by this, but I was Tyler O’Shea, the woman who invited a stranger into her house and let them spank her and fuck her within an inch of her life.

“Are you going to say sorry to me, Tyler?”

I tried to pout, even though my pussy was throbbing more than ever. Why did he have to go and spank me like that? He knew my weakness, and he was using it to his full advantage.

“I only wished I had more toothpaste.”

He spanked me again, causing me to yelp. “Wrong answer, Tyler.”

I sighed. “You know, the local supermarket actually has a two for one deal on toothpaste. Maybe I should take advantage of that tomorrow.” He spanked me again. All I could do was shut my eyes and savor every moment of the feeling he gave me. I was like a wanton hussy.

“Tyler, my patience is running thin. Are you going to apologize, or am I going to have to resort to tougher measures?”

I closed my eyes. Dean knew exactly what the answer to that was. I’d take on his punishment and then some.

“I think it’s even the kind of toothpaste which has whitening in it. You know the ones I mean.”

I felt his hand crash against my backside again before he flipped me over and threw me on the bed. He stood there for a while and I stared at him. He looked like a cross between angry and horny, and what a fucking combination. Just one look. That was all it took.

With my hands on the bed, I pushed myself further up and away from Dean. “Boy, do we look angry,” I teased.

Dean inhaled and his chest stood out, aching to be touched. And he spoke about me not realizing how sexy I was?

“You have no fucking idea, Tyler.” He looked me up and down, then did the one thing that completely and utterly did me in. He licked his lips. “Time for your next punishment.”

I raised my eyebrow at him, seductively stroking my leg from my calf all the way up my thigh until I reached my breast. “Oh, really? And what might that b—”

Dean pounced on me. Grabbing my wrists, he pinned me to the bed and pressed his groin into me. I couldn’t help it. I moaned out loud and arched my back.