But then, insane was pretty much how he’d felt since meeting up with Kat again. He had spent most of the past forty-eight hours being either angry for or at Kat, or so aroused he couldn’t think straight. “When I lift, put your legs about my waist,” he instructed gruffly as he reached for her. “Kat?” He eyed her warily as her feet stayed planted firmly, determinedly, on the tiled floor. “I thought we had already established who was going to be in charge?” she challenged. Oh yes, another good spanking was becoming more and more of a possibility. “Going to take your pound of flesh, hmm?” Dair scowled darkly. “Oh I think you’ll find that this,” she slowly, deliberately stroked the length of his straining erection, “weighs much more than a pound!” “Manipulative witch!” “You can always say no, Dair.” Not when he was about to come all over her hand if she didn’t stop—fuck! Kat had just cupped her other hand beneath his sac and now she was slowly rolling his balls as her other hand resumed that wicked pumping motion.
