“But you like me being naughty, you like my bratty side.”
I smirk.
She’s right I do, but not for the reasons she thinks.
“I like it because it means I get to do this. If you’re a brat it means I’m the one that gets to punish you, to show you how to be my good girl.”
“Fuck, why is that so hot?” Her words are a mere whisper. I’m quite sure she didn’t mean for me to hear them, but I did.
The smile that spreads over my face is triumphant — she’s perfect for me.
“I think five for your first time.” Without giving her a chance to prepare my hand comes down hard. She flinches, her back arching, her stomach pressing into my erection.
Fuck, I’m going to struggle to edge her.
“Next time, I want you to count them, but this time I’ll do it for you. One.” My hand comes down on each cheek in quick succession. “Two. Three,” I groan.
“Oh God. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she quietly chants. I give her another firm spank on her ass cheeks across the middle of them both and my last spank is directed over her needy little cunt.
“Shit,” she whines.
“Such a good girl,” I praise as I gently stroke over her reddening skin. Guiding her by her hips, I help her to stand between my thighs. “You okay?” I ask, looking her in the eyes, checking in with her. She nods, biting her bottom lip.
“That was so much hotter than I thought it would be.”
“Trust me to know what you’ll like and what you need.” I cup her jaw in my hand, gently stroking over the apple of her cheek with my thumb. “I think we’ll skip the denial this time round. You did so well and I need to be inside you, baby. So fucking bad.” My eyes travel the length of her body, taking in every detail of what she’s wearing. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look in this?”
“I wore it for you. I thought you’d like it.”
“Like it? Baby, I fucking love it. How many of them do you have?”
“Just this one. I’ve got some nice lingerie, but nothing else quite like this.”
“Buy it in every color,” I demand. “Take my card when you next go shopping, get anything you think I’d like.”
“Reed, I can buy my own clothes.”
“If you’re wearing it for me, then I’m buying it. Plus, that way I won’t feel bad about ripping it off of you.” She’ll have to get used to me taking care of her, I plan on doing it all the time now that she’s mine.
Bella
“You’re very bossy, you know that?” I argue back.
“It’s called dominant, and yes, I’m aware. You’ll get used to it. In fact, you’ll like it.”
I already do. I don’t think I’ll ever admit that to him, though.
“Now, as much as I love this sexy little number you have on, it needs to come off. I needed to be inside you last night, when I woke in the middle of the night, and again this morning. But my little brat wasn’t here, so now I’m desperate.”
His hands move round my body as he’s talking, undoing my bra strap and letting it fall to the ground. His thumbs stroke over my nipples, making them pebble as his hands move down my body.
He makes quick work of my garter and stockings, murmuring his approval as he removes them. I’m standing before him in just a red lacy thong. He leans forward, pressing his nose into my sex and inhaling.
“This needs to go, too,” he says, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling it down my legs. He groans as he reveals my bare pussy, which is already dripping wet.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.”
“What are you waiting for?” I tease, hoping he’ll shed the last of his control at my words.
