What Friends Are For(5)

He stopped then and turned back to look at her. “Be sure, Jacey. Be very sure,” he told her.

“I’m sure,” she nodded.

He opened the door and set her away from him as he shut it. He leaned back against it, crossing his arms and looking at her. He was incredibly sexy wearing nothing but his slacks, chest and feet bare. God, he was sheer perfection. She licked her lips in anticipation of seeing him naked.

“All right, Jacey.” He broke into her thoughts. “Strip.”





Chapter Three



Jacey gulped. “Strip. Just like that?”

“Scared, Princess?” he asked with a smirk and she knew he didn’t think she’d do it. He was purposely trying to piss her off or scare her into leaving. Not fucking happening.

“Fuck you, Jonas,” she said.

“Exactly what I have in mind,” he agreed and the wicked gleam in his eyes had her pussy so wet she bet her panties were soaked. Who knew Jonas had such a dominant side? She hadn’t, that was for sure. But, god, he was turning her on.

She reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it to the floor. Jacey undid the snap and zipper on her jeans and shimmied her hips until they slid down enough for her to sit on the side of his bed. She bent to take her sneakers off first, making sure her breasts dangled just right in her bra. Jacey heard him catch his breath and felt smug. Take that, she thought.

She took her socks off and then stood to push her jeans down her thighs. When only one foot remained, she kicked the pants in his direction and stood there in her bra and panties. Jacey could see her image in the mirror on the door behind him. The red-lace set went perfectly with her skin tone and her black hair. Her blue eyes were bright and filled with seduction. She moved toward him but he held a hand up.

“All of it, Jacey,” he commanded. “Take it all off.”

She lifted her eyebrow but just shrugged. If he wanted her naked, then she’d get naked. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp on her bra and slowly let the straps fall from her shoulders to her elbows. She squeezed her breasts together as she slid it all the way off and then moaned and grasped them, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples before moving her hands to her hips.

She watched Jonas and didn’t miss the throb of his cock in his pants. He liked that. Wait until he saw the rest of her. The girls had just had a spa day so her pussy was freshly waxed. She liked to keep it bare, liked the way her hands felt on the sensitive flesh. She hoped Jonas would like it too.

She gripped the sides of her panties and slowly pushed them over her hips, bending forward and blocking what she was revealing as she continued sliding them down her legs to pool around her feet. She toed them aside and stood back up, running her hands up her thighs, over her pussy, across her belly to cup and lift her breasts. She gave her nipples a slight pinch and then raised her eyes to meet his face.

His eyes were all over her, seeming to touch her everywhere. “Like what you see?” she murmured, her voice husky and hopefully seductive enough to have him joining her soon. She wanted to see all of Jonas, as naked as she was.

“Oh yeah,” he answered but made no move to come toward her yet. “Bend over the bed, Princess,” he ordered her.

“What?” she asked. “Why?”

“Didn’t you say something about discipline? Me spanking that ass of yours until it’s nice and rosy from my hand?”

She gulped and looked at him.

“Scared?” he asked, and damn it, he knew just how to flip her switch. No way would she ever admit to being scared, even if she was. But in all honesty, she was hotter than hell and the thought of his hand on her ass, even in a smack, had her pussy clenching in need.

“Hell no,” she said and turned to face the bed. She leaned into it, letting her hands catch her weight as she lowered her upper body flat against the mattress. She wiggled a bit, knowing he was watching her every move, then glanced back over her shoulder. “Is this what you had in mind?”

“It’ll work,” he said and finally pushed away from the door and headed toward her. “Face forward, Jacey.”

She sighed but did as he told her. And somehow not being able to see where he was, what he was doing had her all that much hotter. She could feel him behind her, feel his eyes on her, but the wait for his touch was killing her. She was trying to hold as still as she could but her mounting desire had her wanting to wiggle and grind her soaked pussy against the mattress for a little relief.

The smack came out of nowhere. No touch, just a firm slap at the bottom curve of her right cheek. It was an explosion of fire and heat and the startle of pain but it faded quickly. He cupped where he had spanked her and ran his thumb over the place she assumed held the mark of his hand.