Dirty Work: A Bad Boy Romance by Sophie Brooks

looked at me, one eyebrow raised, a smug, masterful expression on his face. Finally, he chose to enlighten me. “For the cookies.”  
    Oh, crap. I didn’t know he knew about those. Still, I tried. “Why would you punish me for baking you cookies?”  
    “You’re getting punished for not telling me about them. I saw them when I went to get the yardstick. I’m sure you conveniently forgot to mention them because you were a horny little slut who wanted to play first.”
    “I’m sorry,” I said, but my words were probably negated by the big grin on my face. Jake’d always made things so exciting in the bedroom. And now I could truly enjoy it because I knew we were going to work on making things that good outside of the bedroom, too.  
    “You will be,” he said. “Because guess how I’m going to punish you?”  
    I looked at his devilish grin, and suddenly I knew. “You wouldn’t! Not while I’m tied up.”  
    “Especially while you’re tied up. And you know you love being at my mercy,” he said, and he climbed onto the bed. My legs flailed about, but then he was between them, and I couldn’t twist away. He was going to punish me the same way he’d tortured the information about my pool room fantasy out of me—by tickling.  
    And then his hands were on me, and it was like being electrocuted. I shrieked, I laughed, I squirmed, but I couldn’t escape his hands. They were everywhere, dancing across my waist, tweaking my nipples, stroking down my sides, making me shriek with laughter.  
    I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. I could only react, and I loved it. He had complete control, and he was making sure I knew it. I was too worked up to notice when one of his hands left my middle, but I certainly felt it when he shoved two fingers inside of me. The sick bastard was grinning as he felt me writhe around his fingers. His other hand still tickled me even as he held me down from the inside. He was a pervert, but he was my pervert, and fortunately, we shared the same sense of kinky fun.  
    When finally it got to be too much, I tried to squirm away for real. “Please,” I begged. “Please, Jake!”  
    And he stopped, only a few seconds after it became unbearable. I lay there trying to catch my breath, still giggling softly.  
    He pulled his fingers out of me, put them in his mouth, and licked them clean. Then he said, “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, Red?”  
    “Yes, sir.”  
    “And what is that lesson?”
    “To never make you chocolate chip walnut cookies again.”
    His eyes lit up at my answer, all too willing to prolong the game. Quickly, he lifted my leg in front of him, pushing me onto my side, baring my ass. His palm lashed out, smacking soundly against my butt cheek. One, two, three, four, five times. “Ouch!”  
    “Want to try to guess the lesson again, bratty little sub?”  
    “To never choose hot sex over good cookies?”  
    “Hmm,” he said, clearly torn. “I think that’s technically the correct answer, but it certainly doesn’t sound right. Oh well, you’ve earned the right to find out what the yardstick is for.”  
    I straightened out, watching eagerly while he picked it up.  
    “Tonight,” he said slowly, drawing out the moment, “this yardstick is going to stand in for the pool cue from your fantasy.”  
    I instantly blushed even as ripples of excitement shot through my body. I still couldn’t believe he’d gotten me to tell him that fantasy a second time. It’d been so embarrassing. And so hot.  
    He stood up and slipped off his boxers. “Ever since you told me about that again, I’ve been thinking what it would be like, to have you bent in half, waiting for me to slam deep inside of you. Ready to experience that?”  
    “Hell yes.” I couldn’t help staring at his hard cock. In just a few seconds, it would be inside of me.  
    Jake noticed my gaze, and a hint of a frown crossed his face. “Should I get a condom?”  
    I