Smart girl.
She looked up at me, lips pressed tight, but there was a challenge in her eyes that tasted like defiance. I wanted to rip it out of her, see what would happen if she stopped pretending to be strong and just let herself break.
I gripped both of her wrists in my left hand and raised her arms over her head as I leaned over her, running my gloved hand down her side, slow and deliberate. She squirmed, but didn’t say a word. I could see the flush rising up her neck, a red line drawing itself over her collarbone.
“Look at you,” I said, voice low and mean. “Just a little bird, caught by the big bad wolf. You like this, don’t you?”
She shook her head, but the heat in her face said otherwise.
I traced her hip, then dipped my fingers between her legs. She was soaked. I pressed down, slowly at first, then harder. She bit her lip, hard enough I thought she might draw blood. I kept going until she started to shake, her knees trying to close, but my hand was too strong.
“Want to know why I’m here, Wren?” I said, leaning in until my mouth was just above her ear. “Because you’re stupid enough to think you can outsmart me. You want to win. But the thing is, little bird, you can’t. You’re not as good as me.”
She gasped, and the sound shot through me like whiskey in an empty gut.
I raised my gloved fingers to her face. “Look at this. I know your deepest, darkest secrets. The ones that you thought nobody knew. I know how much you want to let go. To let a stranger take control of you.” I put my fingers in my mouth. “You taste as delicious as I expected. Open your mouth. Finish cleaning my fingers, Wren.”
Her eyes went as big as saucers as she clamped her lips down tight.
“You’ve already earned punishment. Don’t make it worse for yourself, little bird.”
She swallowed hard, and slowly I saw her pink tongue reach out between her lips to my fingers. She lightly licked and then sucked my fingers until they were clean. I could have come in my jeans at the sight.
I let go of her wrists, sat on the side of her bed, then rolled her over onto my lap. “Now there is the matter of your punishment. You know what this is for Parker.” I brought my palm down on her bare ass. Once, then twice, until the skin turned hot and red. She yelped.
“Count,” I said. “Loud enough for me to hear.”
She hesitated, then: “Slap. One!” Then she cried out, “I don’t understand!”
“You do!”
I hit her again.
“Two! I don’t!”
“You’re a smart girl. It’ll come to you.”
Again and again, until she was sobbing and half-collapsed over my knees. I gave her 10 hard slaps. I stroked her hair, gentle now, and murmured: “You’re playing dangerous games little bird.”
She was shaking, the tears hot against my thigh, but when I slid my hand between her legs again, she arched into it. I fingered her slow, steady, until she bucked and came with a moan that was almost a wail.
I turned her face to me with my left hand as she still lay over my lap. I licked her wetness off my glove, watching her face as I did.
“Next time,” I said, “it’ll be my tongue diving into your tiny, dripping cunt, Wren. You think about that when you’re alone in this bed.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, like she wanted to disappear. Skin glowing, breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts.
I pulled her up, sat her on my lap, and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
I reached for the glass of water on the nightstand and held it to her lips. She drank slowly, still dazed.
“You did well, little bird,” I said. “Took it like a fucking champion.”
She glared at me, but she leaned into my chest. There was no fight left. I held her for about half an hour until she was dozing off. I tucked her back under the covers, gentle for the first time all night. She curled up, silent. Within a minute, she was asleep, body still trembling with aftershocks.
I stood, went to the guest room and picked up that silly dog who licked me all over my face. “Take it easy there, pal. I’m taking you back to your mom.” I slipped him back into his bed with the bone I’d brought for him. He curled around it and promptly dozed off.
I watched Parker for a long time, then slipped out as quietly as I had come in.
