“My brain is fucking broken.”
He slid his hand up the back of her thigh, stopping to rest his fingers along the crease where ass and thigh meet.
“I’m not sure anything will help.” She pressed her face into the mattress. “I’m not sure any of my creativity is going to come back.”
She lifted her head and pressed her palms into her temple. Anxiety wrapped around her, fear right behind it. She hadn’t written anything in months. How was she a writer if she couldn’t even fucking write?
“I have a naked woman draped over my lap, and all she’s worried about is not being able to write.”
Pressing her palms harder into her head, she blew out a breath. “I know, I’m sorry. My mind isn’t in it. Maybe we should reschedule.”
His hand left her thigh and landed with a loud whap on her ass. The sting made her draw in a much slower breath, her hands falling to the bed.
“Don’t be silly. I have a naked woman draped over my lap. There’s only one solution and it is not…”
She exhaled as he spanked her five times in quick succession. One long slow breath out.
“To reschedule.”
Her body was a little less frantic. The anxious buzzing a little dimmer. She reached behind her, fingers sliding down to touch the fading sting on her skin. It felt good and needed. He grabbed her wrist and held her arm behind her back.
“I think you need this. Relax and let me give you this.”
She let him spread her legs with his other hand and just breathed in and out. The rest would come.
