“You’re going to get spanked for that, girl. Not tonight, we’re not ready for that. But I’m keeping a tally. Don’t forget. Now what should you have said?”

“Yes, Master,” I say with a smile.

He smiles back and I relax a little. “But I’ll answer your question so you understand. I want you to show me how you like to pleasure me with your mouth first. So do things you like.”

My doubts must be written all over my face because then he asks a question no woman wants to hear when she’s confronted with a man’s sex aimed at her mouth. “Do you have much experience?”

I shake my head. “Not much.”

“Do you like it? Sucking a man’s dick?”

“No,” I answer truthfully.

“Hmm. Well, then in that case, I’ll show you how I like it first. But under one condition.”

“What?” He frowns at me, so I correct myself. “What is the condition, Master?”

He places his hand over mine, which is still cupping his dick, and makes me squeeze. “Fuck, you’re turning me on so bad right now, Grace. The only reason I haven’t come yet is because I’m saving it for your throat.”

My eyebrows shoot up. I have never, ever swallowed a man’s come. And I’m not even close to being ready to do that tonight. I know he reads that expression for what it is, but he ignores it this time. A firm declaration that I will indeed be swallowing very shortly.

“My condition, girl, if I tell you how to blow me, is that you must first tell me how to lick your pu**y to make you come.”

Oh, f**k. “I’m wet,” I say out loud. And then I cover my mouth with the hand that’s supposed to be fondling his cock.

He laughs and I smile up at him, happy that he’s amused.

“Lift your arms,” he orders. I lift my arms and he reaches down, grabs the hem of my dress, and pulls it over my head. I have no bra on, so my ni**les perk to attention from the cool sea mist billowing up from the rising waves. He tosses the dress aside. “Stand, please.”

I stand up and his eyes caress my body. His heated stare makes me writhe with want. I want him to touch me very badly. All this is happening too slow for me. I’m used to men trying to get their dicks inside me as fast as possible. I’m used to being groped and left wanting more attention. But right now, I might be getting too much attention. He’s captivated. He reaches out to touch me, pinching my nipple so I gasp and then moan. He pulls me close to his body and then one hand reaches around to cup my ass, while the other one slips inside my panties.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

“What?” It’s like a scratch across a record, that’s how abruptly the erotic mood ends.

“Your panties,” he says with confusion, “are men’s briefs.”

I laugh. “Oh, shit.”

“Why are you wearing men’s briefs? Whose f**king underwear are these?” When I look up at him he’s livid with the thought that I’m wearing another man’s underwear.

“Asher, Jesus, they’re mine! I just bought them today because I forgot to pack panties!”

“That’s going on the list, missy!”

I laugh. “What list?” My outburst dies because he’s serious. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You called me Asher, that’s one more spanking. And you didn’t call me Master, so that’s two. Plus, you’re wearing men’s underwear. That’s three.”

“You can’t spank me for wearing my own underwear!”

“I can and I will.”

“Oh, for f**k’s sake. You’re being unreasonable. Just tell me how you like your stupid c**k sucked so we can move on to the good shit!”

“You’ll get spanked for that too.”

“For what? What the f**k did I do now?”

“Two f**ks and a shit, plus you gave me an order. I’m the master, Grace. Me. Not you.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ. Fine.” I fling my arms out to my sides like I’m being crucified and yell, “At your service, Master!”

“You’re not taking this seriously,” he says with a growl.

And he’s right. Because I laugh. “Asher, lighten up, man. You want me to tell you how I like my pu**y licked or not? Because I’m horny as f**k and I want to get something out of all this tonight.”

He takes out his phone and points it at me, the little red light blinking that it’s recording. “When we do those spankings, Grace, I will remind you of this night. I will play this video back for you so you understand each and every swat across your bare ass. And when you’re crying—”

“When I’m begging for more, you mean? Because holy hell—”

“—I’m gonna laugh, and say, lighten up, Kinsella—”

“—all I want is to get laid!”

“—you asked for it!”

“OK, that’s it.” I grab my dress and pull it over my head, not even caring that the boob cups are all crooked. “I’m done here. I might as well just go home and get myself off.” I swipe my shoes from the beach and start walking again.

“And I told you, you’re gonna get lost if you go that way!”

“Well, then take me home. Now! Because I’m done playing tonight. You’re a crazy jealous ass**le. Telling me I’m getting spanked for wearing my own underwear. Pfft. Like hell!”