The Vault Series The McBride Men: Kade He’ll teach her to love her body…one spanking at a time.
Brienna Morgan has worked hard to look good. Ten years ago she stuck to the shadows, watching the popular kids, wishing she could be one of them. But when they weren’t calling her cruel names, nobody noticed the smart overweight girl with the glasses.
So when she braves her high school reunion and runs into Kade McBride, the boy she loved from afar, the last thing she wants is for him to remember her. It’s bad enough she still sees that girl every time she looks in the mirror. But Kade does remember—and he makes it impossible for Brie to refuse to go out with him. She’s not convinced it’s a good idea, but she can’t pass up the opportunity to be part of the in crowd.
Kade had no desire to go to his high school reunion. As far as he’s concerned, he’d rather forget those days. Especially the day he screwed up and left his best friend to pay the ultimate price. But when he sees the gorgeous woman enter the gym, he’s immediately drawn to her. Regardless of her claims that she’s not the girl he thinks he remembers, Kade realizes maybe he’s been given a second chance to right at least one wrong from his past. And he’s determined not to throw this opportunity away, even if he has to tie Brienna to a spanking bench to prove his point.
Reader Discretion: contains light BDSM, spanking, voyeurism
A number of people crowded into this room. A platform was situated in the center with seating circling it. Lots more people stood behind those seated. Kade maneuvered her past some of those standing to an empty spot on the wall. Another stinging smack filled the air, and Brie zeroed in on the couple on the small stage. A naked woman was bent over a bench of some sort, her long hair spilling forward and hiding her face. Her wrists were tied to the front legs of the bench, her ankles to the back, leaving her legs spread shoulder-width apart. A large, muscled man with dark blond hair raised his right hand and brought it down with enough force to leave a red handprint on her backside. The woman shrieked. Then he rubbed the same spot and she groaned, loud enough for Brie to hear. The man bent over and whispered something in the woman’s ear. She sobbed and shook her head. Brienna straightened, but Kade wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. He leaned close to her ear. “She’s OK. She wants this,” he whispered, so quiet only she could hear. Brie turned her head to peer up into his face. “How can you tell? She’s whimpering, Kade. Shouldn’t somebody stop this? Shouldn’t you?” “No. This is a scene, Brie. And she’s not in any danger.” “But how do you know that? She’s tied down, and he’s hitting her.” “He’s spanking her, and she’s loving it. Don’t worry, she can stop him at any time if she truly wants to.” Brienna swiveled her head back around and really looked at the couple. She noticed his erection bulging behind his black, skintight leather pants. His hairy chest lifted with each breath and sweat dotted his brows. The woman trembled. And when she looked closer, Brie noticed moisture glistened from between her legs. Her ass, red as an apple, shifted in constant movement. “See how she’s lifting, begging for his touch?” Kade’s breathy voice tickled her ear. Brie stood stock still as the man stepped back and brought his hand down once more, this time on the other cheek. Again the woman cried out, but Brienna realized she heard no pain in the cry. And Kade was right; she lifted to meet his hand just at the point of contact. Could she really be enjoying it that much? Brienna shivered and she felt her own breasts throb, her own pebbled nipples scrape against the fabric of her silk dress. “So what do you think, Brie? Do you like this? Does this sort of play turn you on?” His lips brushed the side of her neck, and he trailed one hand down her torso to finger the hem of her dress. Only his hand didn’t stay there, he slipped it under the material and up the short path to her hot spot. She gulped, knowing what he’d find. “You’re nice and wet from your orgasm,” he growled. Two of Kade’s fingers slipped beneath the edge of her thong and traveled along her moist folds, up and down, riding the seam, stopping to press against the top of her mound where her clit lay hidden. He squeezed her pussy lips together, the friction and pressure creating an ache. She squirmed. He chuckled. Then he smoothed his fingers down her swollen flesh again, this time dipping in to tease. He slipped one finger into her hole, not deep, just enough to ratchet up her awareness. She squeezed her legs together, but he tapped her inner thigh, a playful slap. She widened her stance. “Better. Now watch them.” She tried so hard to keep her focus on the pair on the stage, but those wicked digits of his kept her off balance. The pads of his fingers sliding over that hot bundle of nerves distracted her. With each swat of the large man’s hand, the woman’s cries intensified. He alternated between cheeks, pausing to massage them after every couple of smacks. Each time he rubbed his fingers across her reddened ass, the woman moaned. The longer it played out, the deeper, more guttural the sounds she made. Brie’s arousal heightened. The sounds, the smell, they stimulated her. Moisture dripped onto her thigh. Kade picked up the same rhythm, tapping her clit when the woman got spanked, rubbing it when her ass was massaged. Then he plunged two fingers deep inside Brienna. She managed to choke back her cry of surprise. As he pumped them in and out he ground the palm of his hand against her clit. Brie imagined the wet sucking sounds she’d hear if her heart wasn’t hammering so hard or her blood wasn’t roaring in her ears. As the woman’s orgasm neared so did Brienna’s. She felt the spring coil. Behind her, the hard ridge of Kade’s cock ground against her backside. His heavy breathing ruffled the hair at her neck and heated her skin. She wanted him to take her. The intensity flowing off the couple spread over the room, wrapping around Brienna and Kade, drawing them into the moment. Just like on the dance floor, it was just the four of them, both women racing toward that canyon, eager to soar over the edge and fly. But the men held them back, kept them restrained, not quite ready to let them make that final leap. Their breathing became labored. Brie’s heart pounded. The woman rocked back and forth as much as her restraints allowed. Brie arched her back and rode Kade’s hand. She’d never felt like this before—desperate to come apart—like a jack-in-the-box ready to explode.