She bites her lip, afraid of my darkness. Anyone would be.
“All right,” I say, sitting on the end of the bed. “I need to know, so come on.”
She stares at me, those pretty dark eyes wide now. “Know what? What’s going to happen?”
“I’m going to spank your juicy ass. Maybe I’ll stop at that. Maybe I won’t.”
She freezes. Her eyes dart to my hands, then to my face.
“Come on,” I say, holding out a hand.
“You can’t do this,” she says, but it’s more of a question. She licks her lips nervously, and my cock jerks.
“Over here.” It’s not a request.
She’s light on her feet as she shifts back and forth. Onstage, she’s a strong proud dancer, but alone in a bedroom with a man like me, she’s vulnerable.
As I watch her, my cock gets thick and hard. I rise and close the distance between us. She shakes her head as I catch her arm.
“No,” she says, trying to pull back.
“We can do this the hard way. Or the harder way,” I say in an even tone.
“I don’t have anything to tell you. I don’t know anything.”
“Let’s see if that’s true,” I say, picking her up and carrying her back to the bed.
She struggles, but quickly realizes it’s a mistake. I tip her over my lap, pinning her legs in place with one of mine. She tries to raise her upper body. I catch a handful of her gorgeous wild hair close to the scalp and, with a firm grip, push her head down. I have a flash of controlling her head like this while I feed her my cock. I push that image from my mind. We’re not going there. At least not yet.
“I’ll scream. I could scream!” she says sharply.
“If you do, I’ll gag you and take you someplace where no one will hear you scream.”
“C! I really don’t know anything.”
“Everyone knows something. Even if they don’t know they do.”
Across my thighs, her peach of an ass is tipped up. She’s half Brazilian and has the gorgeous ass to prove it.
I don’t play. I drag the tights down, exposing a light blue thong and her smooth mocha skin. She’s startled for a moment, then starts to shift her weight.
I press down harder with the leg I’ve got hooked over hers. This isn’t the first ass I’ve spanked. But it is the first one I’ve waited to spank. For three long years.
* * *
Zoe
I don’t even understand how I ended up here. My hair is grazing the floor, and I’m draped over C’s thighs, pinned in position.
I should scream, but I’m afraid it’ll make him angry and I don’t want that, especially now.
His hand rests on my lower back, and he strokes it. “Good girls tell the truth, and then they don’t get punished the way I’m going to punish you.”
My body shudders.
Then his hand comes down on each cheek. It doesn’t hurt. Not really. And even with several more that make my booty wobble, it’s only a stinging followed by warmth.
“Mmm. You don’t mind that, do you?” There’s a sexy, gravelly quality to his voice that sends a wave of lust through me. Considering what’s about to happen, I can’t believe I feel aroused.
