My face flames. “For show?”
“If you’re bad, I might bend you over and punish your ass in front of the guys.”
My breath catches and my pussy clenches, humiliation and arousal warring at the thought.
“You can’t do that!” I protest.
“I can’t, huh?” he asks, amusement in his voice. “You hate that idea? That’s why you push your ass up and out when I mention it?”
Even more embarrassed and now slightly pissed, I start to stand up.
He puts a hand on my back and pushes me back into position.
“Easy, beautiful. We’re not done yet.” He strokes the lowest part of my back, just above my ass. Then I feel his lips on my skin. The kiss is slow, his tongue trailing down. I shiver. “Gonna be a good girl?” he asks in a husky voice.
Mine is equally husky as I reply, “Yes.”
His palm comes down against my ass in slow, hard swats. Heat washes over me.
“God,” I whisper, unable to resist the sexy spiral I’m caught up in. How can I be half enjoying this?
He eases my panties down, and lust consumes me. I want him to touch me everywhere. I want some part of him inside me.
The slap of the belt makes my breath catch. I suck in air as the sting sinks in.
“Connor,” I groan.
“Hmm?” he asks, fingering the hot stripe from his belt.
“I’m not sure about this.”
His fingers dip into my pussy, which is weeping with pleasure. “I think you’re sure.” He slides his finger against my clit. My body vibrates with need, and I ease my legs wider apart. My mind hisses a protest, but my body ignores it.
He pulls his hand away. Then the belt whistles through the air and slaps my skin. I groan softly. He continues until the rhythm of the belt heats my skin to a feverish degree, and I edge away and rise up.
“I can’t,” I say, though my body’s still on the edge between pleasure and pain.
He drapes the belt over the back of the couch and unzips his fly. “Back over,” he says, tapping the couch cushion.
I drape my body next to his belt. He flips up my skirt. My underwear is still down around my thighs, which are damp with excitement.
He slides into me, his thick cock hard and unrelenting. “Mmm,” he says, squeezing my flaming ass.
I whimper, but push back, taking him all the way inside.
He grips my hips with callused hands and begins pumping into me. I’m breathless, my belly full of knots. How can I want it this way? But I do.
My backside is sore as he bangs into it. That drives me higher. I’m tight and wet at my core, and he seems to know just how to angle his thrusts.
“Connor,” I rasp.
He thrusts deep and pauses, holding me in place so my ass is pressed against his trousers, the cool fabric comforting my overheated skin.
“What, Zoe?” he asks. He shifts his weight, throbbing inside me.
I shake my head.
“Tell me. Pull out? Or keep going?”
