Spirit Bear - Delta James Page 0,2

anyone in her entire life. Not only did she believe he might be able to keep her alive, but a part of her had never stopped wondering about what might have been. He had filled her fantasies and dreams for the past decade. It seemed that time hadn’t touched him. Looked almost the same as he had bad then. Oh, his hair might be a touch longer, but his body was as powerful as ever. Boone Daniels was the stuff from which romantic storybook heroes were made.

“I don’t think so, Princess. This time, we do things my way,” he said, hopping off the bed frame, his deep voice reminding her of a growl covered in dark chocolate. “You’ve had this coming to you since that fucked up op. The tribunal may not have found you guilty, but I sure as hell did.”

Before she could speak again, Boone hauled her up against his muscular body and looked down at her from his great height. She thought he might lean down to kiss her. She’d missed the way he’d kissed her the night before the failed op, like a starving man having a feast laid out before him. Nora had leaned into him and allowed all she’d been holding back to flow forth. The fact is she’d been wildly attracted to Boone from the time they’d been introduced, but he had seemed distant and aloof… until his mouth had captured hers in a kiss that sent her senses reeling. Then, as if someone had doused him with cold water, he’d set her away from him.

“In another time and in another place, I’d have you on your belly and fuck you until you were spent and sated. Then I’d take you home and rut with you until you couldn’t walk when I finally let you come up for air,” he’d said before turning her away from him and swatting her backside. “Go home, Princess. All you’re going to do if you stick around here is get yourself or somebody else killed.”

Flipping her around, he pushed her down over the edge of the bed. He brought his hand down on the right cheek of her ass hard enough, the smack seemed to echo in the room. Another harsh strike landed on her other cheek before he rhythmically tattooed her backside with an intensity that took her breath away. Nora struggled to get up, but he pressed her back down into the soft, yielding mattress, pinning her down by the neck.

“Knock it off, you bastard,” she snarled as he continued to blister her behind.

Boone growled as he rained hellfire across her buttocks. Nora wriggled to get away from him, but he held fast and continued to punish her now aching globes. She continued to struggle, but she was no match for his size, strength, and determination. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of begging him to stop, regardless of how much his spanking hurt—but worse than the pain was the growing sense of arousal. Her nipples were stiffening, their tiny pebbles irritated, in a good way, by the only remaining piece of clothing she had on, a magnolia corded lace and satin underwire bra. Nora could feel herself getting wet… soaked.

She chewed her lower lip to keep from crying out, which made him increase the sting to her rump. Boone Daniels knew how to administer a spanking. Praying he wouldn’t figure out just how turned on he’d made her, she tried to tell herself fear was feeding her desire. The problem was that only a very small part of the combustible fuel his spanking had ignited was fear-based, the rest was pure arousal. Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped, and she could catch her breath.

He rubbed the painful swell of her ass before trailing his finger between the cleft until he reached her puckered back entrance. She squirmed, trying to get away, but he had her trapped. He removed his hand and delivered another series of harsh blows, causing her to yowl.

Boone slid his hand between her thighs, pinching the sensitive skin when she didn’t soften to his touch and spread her legs. He inhaled deeply, then groaned as his finger parted her labia. Gathering the slick that had gathered there, he moved on to find her throbbing clit. He dragged his hand back to her clit and shoved two fingers into her cunt, plunging them in and out, causing her to writhe on the bed. He inhaled again, making