“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good girl.”
His hand disappears, and I have just enough time to tense before?—
Smack.
The first spank lands hard, and I gasp, more from shock than pain. The sound echoes in the small room. It’s much harder than the spanking he gave me before. And much… hotter, now that I know what he can do with those hands.
“That’sfor wearing the top.”
Smack. The other side.
“That’s for disobeying me.”
The sting builds, spreads, and god help me, but it’s not just pain. It’s heat, need, and something electric sparking under my skin.
But he’s holding himself back—I know he is. Why did I expect him to really lay into me?
Why do I want that?
His hand slides up and finds the zipper of my skirt.
“And this,” he says, with barely controlled restraint, “is so you really learn your lesson.”
He pulls the zipper down slowly. His hand slides under the fabric, tracing the curve of my ass, teasing the edge of my thong. I shiver, anticipation building with each touch.
“Cavin,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.
“Shh,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”
His fingers hook into the waistband of my thong, pulling it down slowly, agonizingly. I lift my hips to help him, my body aching with need.
The cool air hits my bare skin, and I feel exposed, vulnerable. But there’s something thrilling about it too, knowing that I’m completely at his mercy.
“Spread your legs,” he commands.
I do as he says, my heart pounding in my chest. His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers finding my most sensitive spot with ease.
I gasp, my body arching at his touch. He’s gentle at first, teasing, but then his fingers become more insistent, more demanding.
“Cavin,” I moan, my hips moving in time with his touch.
“Quiet,” he growls, his other hand coming down hard on my arse, the sting mixing with the pleasure.
I cry out, the sound muffled by the bench. His fingers continue their relentless assault, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he stops, his hand resting possessively on my ass.
“Please,” I beg, my body aching for release.
“Please what?” he asks in a low growl.
“Please let me come,” I whisper, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
He chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound. “Not yet. You don’t get to come until I say so. Not bad girls like you.”
His fingers slide back inside me, and I moan, my body clenching around him. He starts to move them in and out, slowly at first, then faster, harder.
