"You're the one that should be spanked." A flutter of anticipation danced in her belly, heat filling her loins. Elisa shifted, wishing she could look away from his sharp, all-knowing gaze. But he held her true, forcing her to face not only him, but herself.

"And maybe that would turn you on." His free hand smoothed over her hips and to her shock, he gave her bare bottom a smart slap. "But not near as much as being spanked yourself."

She sucked in a breath, hissing through her clenched teeth as she fought against the explosion of desire that followed his unexpected assault. "You're wrong."

"Please, angel, I can sense your yearning. I breathe your need. Even if you deny it, I know." The intensity in his eyes was too much. She jerked her head uselessly. How she wanted to look away, but he refused to release her. "The whole dom, in charge, Queen Elisa act…it's bullshit."

She swallowed back tears. "Correction. It's an attempt."

"So you really like to be bossy in the bedroom? You really enjoy commanding me…and having me obey?"

"It's satisfying." Her jaw ticked as it always did when she lied. Damn it.

Why did he have to be so right?

Why did she have to be so wet?

"But not mind blowing." He released her face, sliding his fingers along her cheekbone. "I know a true dom. She can get off just from giving orders. You can't."

Sudden insecurity swamped her. She looked away, thanking the high heavens she no longer had to look into his eyes.

He knew a dom? What did he do with her?

"Of course not," she snapped. "That's perverted and I'm not perverted."

"Not you, little Miss Innocent with your box full of dildos," he laughed. "And not to mention, the dom I know, she never sways. Never falls to pieces at a man's touch. She has control."

"The world is full of different people. Each to his own. If I'm not good enough for you, you can always return to your dom."

"Not a chance, angel. I want you, not some hard dom." His words were like little hammers, driving nails of truth into her heart. "I think you're trying to guard your heart, acting all tough, but what truly turns you on is-"

"Maxim, please…" she begged, no longer averse to childish pleading if it would turn off the faucet between her legs. The beating in her chest.

"Nope, not this time Elisa." He scooted back on the bed, stabilizing his legs, and encircled her waist with his hands. "This time, I'm completely in charge." Umpphh! He forced her over his knees. "But good boyfriend that I am," his hand gripped her ass firmly, "I'm going to give you an out."

"You're not my boyfriend," she ground out through clenched teeth.

She sucked in several deep breaths, blank as far as a plan went. All she could think was that he'd called himself her boyfriend-so not true! A boyfriend cared. Was part of a woman's life. Took her on dates.

Maxim was sex. Nothing more.

He patted her exposed ass. "I disagree."

"I don't."

For hell's sake. A man had her over his knees. Was she really debating?

She wriggled, her resistance futile against his strong grasp. Not that she was trying all that hard, mind you, but she was trying. A little bit. As much as her hungry cunt allowed.

Her breasts rubbed his steel cock, jolting awareness through her pebbled nipples to her very being. "Let me go!"

"I disagree." Maxim delivered a sharp, swift smack to her left cheek. "If I'm not your boyfriend, then what am I?"

"A gigolo! A man whore! You're just sex to me and nothing more!" she insisted.

He swatted her bottom again and she reared against him, all too aware of the way that the pleasure/pain flooded her with the need for more.

"Maxim!" she cried, though she wasn't sure what for at this point. Relief.

He forced her down, pinning her firmly.

This time he sent a stinging slap to her opposite cheek. His thumb stroked along the crack of her ass in decadent threat. "If you really don't like being spanked and you really want me to stop, I will, Elisa. Just say the word."

"I-"

"But know this, stop me today and I'll stop forever." His tone was gruff. Solid. True. Maxim wasn't making threats. He really would stop if she wanted him to.

Damn it.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

She was lying there with her ass exposed to him and she couldn't bring herself to move? To say no? Ughhh!

Talk about inner struggles. Her cunt-her inner, naughty self-craved his hand upon her bottom, no matter how much her mind begged to differ. The two warred, her body and brain in an all out tug-a-war.

Forget that she was an advocate of woman's rights eager for a man to spank her. Maxim should not have her over his knee five minutes after eavesdropping on her. It wasn't right!

But damn, did it feel good.

"Tell me I'm you're boyfriend," he demanded, his hand rising in threat. "Tell me you're falling for me."

God, she couldn't do it. She couldn't ask him to stop.

Elisa whimpered, knowing she was trapped. She wanted him to spank her so much, she was forced to oblige.

"Say it!"

He slapped her ass again and she cried out. "I'm yours!"

"And what do you want?"

"You!"

"To do what?"

"Spank me!"