“What for?”
“I ...” She twitched as I slid my shoe between her legs more. “I want to feel your cock pulsing at the back of my throat, hot and eager.” Her voice dropped, rich like an imported cigar. She cupped her hand between my legs and placed her lips on the prominent bulge.
God, the mouth on this woman makes me think I should attend a confessional just for hearing her.
Her hips rolled against my ankle, her abdomen flush with my shin.
“You know, they say positive reinforcement works just as well as conditioning,” she started, her eyes fluttering up. “Do I get a reward for this lesson?”
“Do you deserve one?”
She swallowed whatever clever words she’d reserved for her next response.
“I would think the simple friction against my shoe would be enough for you,” I taunted, keeping a careful eye on her expression. “It’s quite a sight to see the pampered pet groveling, quivering with even the most meager contact. Why don’t you finish? Is that reward enough for you?”
The corner of her lip twitched, her hands balling in my pants. With the most wicked smile, she said, “No, I want more.”
“What you want and what you are allowed are two different things, princess.” I laughed. “Do you need a moment to correct your attitude and try again?”
“Or what?” She smirked. “Will you punish me?”
“I may.” I shrugged, though my veil of nonchalance was being whipped away with every retort. “Do as you are told.”
“No.” The single word was breathless, like the resistance was just as arousing as the friction between her legs.
“Very well, then.” I reached down, yanking her up by her nightgown.
I stepped back, sitting at the far end of the sofa. With one tug, she was over my lap, her torso over the arm of the couch.
The silk was soft in my hand as I ran my palm flat against the backs of her thighs, her hips in my lap. The silk lifted, her bare skin exposed. I paused, just in case, but there wasn’t even an utterance from her. Though her legs were shaking in anticipation.
She was finally getting her reward.
I brought my hand down across her backside. She yelped, clutching the edge of the sofa. A red impression of my hand formed.
“See what you do? Princess treatment only comes when you’re good.” My hand came down again, and the sound that came from her was like a mewl. “Brats get a special type of handling.”
“Is that what I am?” She smirked over her shoulder, the absolute bliss on her face making her appear nearly drunk, glassy eyes and all. “Your hand is soft, you’re going far too easy.”
My hand raised, coming down on her backside again with a sharp slap, the sound cracking through the air.
Her legs tensed, then relaxed again. “Light as a feather,” she moaned. “It tickles.”
Slap!
Her nails dug into the sofa, her faced burying into the pillow to muffle her yell. “Again, my God, I canalmostfeel it! When will the discipline begin—”
My fingers in her hair, pulling her head slightly back. Far enough where it was difficult for her to talk, not too far where she couldn’t breathe.
I leaned toward her face. “Maybe next time I should find something to put in thatmouthof yours.”
Her lips slowly formed the daring impression of the wordplease.
“Take it without talking,” I whispered.
Slap!
She flinched, biting her lip.
