Yes. This is precisely what she wanted.
She bent at the waist, placing her palms down on the cushioned seat. The action sent her ass even tighter against his crotch. She bit off a moan and pressed closer. She could feel the outline of his erection and the subtle throb of his arousal. A cry leaked past her lips when he placed his hands on her ass in a possessive gesture. He stepped back, sliding his palms against her skin, lowering her cotton underwear to her thighs in the process.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed shortly. Alice opened her thighs several inches. The action stretched her panties tight just above her knees. She knew she’d taken the position he desired when she heard his rough groan. He opened one hand on her right buttock and caressed her.
“Something tells me you need a good spanking,” he told her. “Am I right?”
“I don’t deserve it,” she said with shaky defiance. His touch on her bottom was highly distracting, but she wanted to make sure she didn’t sound like too much of a pushover.
“But you need it,” he corrected, his blunt fingertips lightly feathering down the crack of her ass. She gasped, her pelvic and thigh muscles tightening around the sharp twang of arousal she experienced at his touch. “Don’t you?” Dylan demanded gently from behind her.
“Yes.”
“And you know I’m here to give you what you need.”
She glanced up into the black window before her, hearing the small smile in his voice. If he wasn’t humorous at times during his dominance, she didn’t think she could take it, no matter how much it turned her on. Dylan always did things just right.
He’d already been watching her reflection. His mouth twitched even wider when he saw her gaze on him.
“How fortunate for me,” she murmured with wary amusement. He reached with his other hand, cupping her from below. He molded both cheeks to his palms in a taut, greedy gesture.
“How fortunate for both of us,” he added thickly, massaging her lewdly—knowingly—for a moment before he dropped his hands. His smile vanished.
“Spread your thighs again, and keep them that way this time,” he said, tapping her inner thigh gently. She made a miffed sound at his brisk correction—she’d only closed her legs some because arousal had stabbed through her at his touch, after all. He placed one hand on her left buttock, holding it possessively, and swatted the cheek with his other palm. Alice jumped slightly. “Hold still, Alice,” he warned softly. Her breath sticking in her lungs, she met his glittering stare in the dark glass. Slowly, he moved his hand back, his muscles flexing.
He popped her bottom.
“Ow,” jumped out of her throat at the brisk sting of skin against skin. He never spanked her hard enough to cause any lasting pain. The experience was still new to her, however. It surprised her every time, how exciting it was.
“No more grumbling.” In the reflection, she saw his brows slant in dark amusement at her frown. He rubbed her flushed ass cheek with his spanking hand. “You agreed that you wanted this, didn’t you?”
She swallowed thickly, because he’d begun to massage her bottom with his other hand, as well. Her * was growing very wet. Her clit ached. She longed to clamp her thighs together, but knew she had to hold position for the spanking.
“Alice?”
“Yes,” she snapped. She saw his expression go hard at her tone. He lifted his hand and spanked her right buttock once, then twice. Alice moaned and shifted her hips instinctively when he raised his hand again. He captured her squirming ass by looping one arm beneath her belly and bracketing her far hip. He pressed her other hip firmly against his crotch, holding her in place. In that position, he spanked her several more times. The nerves in her ass began to burn and tingle, the sensation transferring down her perineum to her sex and simmering clit.
He paused and rubbed his hand over her ass, soothing the firing nerves.
“Yes what, Alice? What is it you want?” he growled softly from behind her.
She gasped shakily because his long fingers were stroking near the crack of her ass between her thighs. Her clit gave a twinge of arousal.
“I want more,” she grated out.
He cupped a buttock from below, squeezing it. The action pulled slightly on her sex—on nerves that needed stimulation so badly. She clenched her teeth together.
“And?”
“Fuck me,” she whispered hoarsely. “Make me forget everything but this. Make me forget everything but you.”
In the dark window, she saw him transfer his gaze from her bare ass to her face.
“I can do that.”
“I know you can.”