Not just someone’s dad.
Someone’s boss.
Someone’s teacher.
No. In this moment, I feel more myself than I have in years. Yeah, yeah, it’s not just because this beautiful, naked woman is lying in my lap. It’s more than that. It’s remembering there’s more to me than justthat, the public face, the family man, the responsible engineer.
As much as Amber trusts me, I trust her, too. To see this side of me. The freedom is intoxicating.
The fourth strike has her unravelling, and her hands scramble against my thigh. With a panicked gasp, she lifts her hips and tries to shove a hand between her legs. I seize her wrist, and she whines softly.
“We’re counting, Miss Pope.”
“F-four,” she whimpers, rolling her chest to rub her breasts on my leg. “Fuck, Theo-”
“What’s your safe word, Miss Pope?” I’m not going to break this scene unless she tells me it’s too much. I don’t want to ruin it for her and I’m not going to patronize her by assuming she can’t take it. I keep a hold of her wrist until she stops shaking, and she takes a deep breath. “Miss Pope?”
“Four.” Her voice is strained, and she’s quivering lightly, but she settles back down on my lap. “That was four, sir.”
“Yes it was.” I caress her ass with my palm. “We’re almost through with your punishment. You’re doing so well, Miss Pope.”
She hums out a high-pitchedMmm, and when my hand lands again, her back arches, her hips rolling desperately, and she whimpers.
“Five,” she cries, panting.
“Five.” I rub her ass, soothing the patch of skin that’s now blooming red. “I’m so proud of you.”
She takes a deep breath, and nods. “Thank you, sir.”
“What are you feeling now?”
“I-I…” She trails off, and I let her gather herself, find her bearings. “I’d like to be fucked, please.”
I run a hand over her ass, between her legs, and she mewls as my fingers find her centre.
“You’re very, very wet, Miss Pope,” I say, pushing two fingers into her hot pussy. “Did being punished like that turn you on?”
She nods frantically. “Yes, sir.”
“Did almost being caught by your neighbour turn you on?”
She wasn’t expecting that. Her shoulders draw up, and her breathing quickens. “Y-yes.”
I chuckle quietly, swirling my fingers inside her. “Did it make you wet walking to my house with no panties on, past all those people, knowing you wanted to come here to fuck me?”
She’s breathing hard now, her upper body taut and her legs pressing together around my hand, trying to catch my fingers and ride me.
“No one has any idea just what a bad girl you are, do they, Miss Pope?”
She doesn’t answer, just rocks her hips on my hand.
“Imagine if they saw you now, fucking my hand like this, like a greedy little slut.”
Shit. Too far, too fucking far, Rembrook, what are you doing?
Amber whimpers, a sound that almost sounds like a sob. I take a deep, silent breath so as not to let on that I’m clambering on to my own restraint.Check in on her, make sure she’s doing good.
“Do you like being called a greedy little slut, Miss Pope?”
