I shook my head. “No, the choices are you give me your panties, or a spanking, then you give me your panties.”
I let her think about that for a minute as she squirmed, then said, “Princess, you can say no. To this. All of it. But I know you want this as much as me.”
She stayed quiet. I pushed on.
“Tell me this. Your panties wet?”
I could see her blush. “Yes,” she whispered. Her hands folded on her lap and she looked all fucking prim and proper.
“Nipples hard?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Because I told you to give me your panties?”
“All of it.”
Thank fuck. Just as I thought, she was right there with me. She was eighteen and had no idea what made her hot. I somehow did and those things aligned with exactly what I wanted to give her.
“You like rules. You likemyrules. Nothin’ wrong with that.”
She nodded, but kept her gaze on her lap.
“Good girl.”
Her head whipped up and looked to me. Gave me a small smile.
Huh. She liked rules. Loved praise. Needed it. Craved it.
What she didn’t realize was that she trusted me, because she wouldn’t let me do any of this with her if she didn’t.
“We’ll do a safeword. You say it and it all stops.” I wasn’t into BDSM or tying her up, but I was definitely going to push her in ways she might not like. “What’s it going to be?”
She swallowed, flicked a gaze to me. “Fish.”
I huffed and smiled. “Fish?”
“I don’t like fish.”
“Okay. Fish. We’re almost to their place. Either give me the panties before we get there like a good girl, or when I park in Katie and Bray’s driveway, I’m gonna bend you over just like last night, spank your ass and then collect those soaked panties.”
She squirmed some more, probably debating whether she wanted to get spanked or not and wondering why she was hot for the idea.
Slowly, she slid her hands up her thighs, the hem of her dress going with them and hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties.
My dick spurted pre-cum solely because she was doing it.
She was right there with me.
Cassidy was kinky as fuck.
Lifting her hips, she pushed them down, then slid them all the way off. Adjusting her dress back in place, she held them in a ball inside a tight fist.
“They wet?” I asked, as I turned down the long drive to the farmhouse.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Show me.”
