Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare at him. "No."
In a flash, I'm on his lap, facing him. "Be my good girl and listen to me, please."
"Or else what?"
"Or else I'm going to spank you for not listening."
I swallow down the whine in my throat, slick gushing out of me. "And if I do eat?"
Zayne chuckles, but he doesn't sound amused. "I'm still going to spank you for being a little brat, but if you follow my instructions, I'll make you come when I'm done." He picks up a piece of bread and holds it to my lips. "Open."
And I do. Every time I finish chewing, Zayne calls me a good girl, and when we're done eating, and I slide off his lap, his lap is drenched in my slick.
I guess I have a praise kink.
Chapter Twelve
Vanessa
"Shower time." Zayne gets up, and it's hard to miss the bulge in his pants. I lick my lips, ready to drop to my knees and taste him. Instead, he starts nudging me towards the stairs, lifting me into his arms when I don't budge.
"You know, if you keep carrying me around like this, I'll get used to it and be very sad when you stop." I joke, resting my head against his chest as he carries me up the stairs.
"Good thing we'll never stop doing it then," he grunts, opening the bathroom door and placing me on my feet, only stepping away to turn on the water. He slides my shirt over my head and removes my bikini top. I never put my bottoms back on, so I'm standing in front of him naked. His eyes rake over my body, coming to a stop when they reach my boobs. "Jesus, Ness. Everything about you is gorgeous. But your boobs? I want to worship them."
"So why don't you?" I ask coyly, stepping closer, but he stops me, pointing to the shower.
"In the shower, baby girl. I still owe you a spanking."
"You're not getting in with me?" I ask, pouting.
"Can you promise you'll behave if I do?"
"Fair," I sigh, stepping under the water. It's the perfect temperature. I rush through my shower routine. When I step out, he's there waiting with a big fluffy towel. By the time he's done drying me off, I'm a ballof need. He scoops me up and carries me to the bed, still completely naked.
He sits down on the bed, me facing away from him and starts playing with my nipples. My boobs fit perfectly in his grasp. When he pinches my nipple, his other hand slides down my stomach and starts playing with my clit, making me cry out, begging him to make me come.
"Only well-behaved omegas get to come," he whispers in my ear, flipping me so I'm lying face down over his lap. He slaps my ass cheek hard, making me whine. He starts rubbing away the sting. "I know it hurts, baby, but you're being such a good girl taking your punishment." He spanks me again, his hands sliding between my ass cheeks and cupping my pussy. "You're so wet, Ness. Does me spanking you turn you on?"
"Yes!" I cry, moaning when his hand comes down on my ass again. "Please make me come, alpha."
"I love hearing you call me alpha, omega," he growls, spanking my one cheek then the other before running his fingers through my folds. "But right now, I want you to call me, sir. Understand?" He spanks me again when I don't answer him quickly enough, but how can I? I'm a sobbing mess. "Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" He spanks me again before sliding two fingers inside my pussy, pumping them in and out slowly. "Faster, please, sir. I need to come."
"Say, 'Sir, I'm your good girl, please make me come,' and I'll let you come all over my fingers," he orders, stopping his movements.
I shake my head, too embarrassed to say the words. He pulls his fingers out of me, making me cry out from the loss. "Say it," he barks.
I shake my head again, and he spanks me again. Harder. It's too much, and I blurt out, "I'm your good girl, sir. Please, please,pleasemake me come!"
He curses under his breath, but his fingers slide back into my pussy, fucking me faster. His thumb finds my clit, and the moan that escapes me is fucking dirty.
"Come for me, Ness." His voice sounds strained. He rubs my clit a little harder, and I shatter, gripping his fingers. "Such a fucking good girl," he praises, grabbing the bottle of lotion from next to my bed and massaging it into my heated flesh.
It stings a little, but the motion helps settle me, and I drift off lying on his lap.
Chapter Thirteen
