With a quick jerk, I haul her over my lap.Her breasts brush against my thigh as I tip her down and bring her ass into the air.She’s soft and warm as she lies there, her body draped across mine like an offering.
At this point, I'm only torturing myself.Her soft squeal goes straight to my cock, making it so hard I'm afraid it will snap as she squirms on my lap.Her stomach presses right against my erection, and there’s no way she can't feel how hard I am.But despite the soft protests, she doesn't fight me.Not really.Not like someone who isn't exactly where they want to be.
With a swift yank, I tug the shorts up until they wedge deep in the cleft of her ass.The fabric disappears between her cheeks, exposing almost everything.Still, she doesn't say a word.Though her movements become stronger and more erratic, she never tells me to stop.She never once says she doesn't want this.
The lower part of her ass hangs out of the flimsy shorts, tempting me beyond my ability to function.Instead of just smacking the bare flesh and pushing her off, I let my fingers drift down to feel the softness of her skin.Fuck.So warm.So impossibly smooth.Goosebumps explode under my exploring touch.
Is that a whine?A gasp?A moan?The sounds coming from her lips are so soft, I wonder if I'm imagining them.
I have to be imagining them.There's no way she'd be into this.As much as I want to look down at where the fabric hugs her pussy to see if she's wet, I refrain.Even though I can smell her arousal, thick and sweet, practically begging me to touch her there instead, I do my best to keep my head in the game.Honestly, I can only take so much.If she's turned on by this, I might not be able to stop myself from doing something we'll both regret.
Unable to keep tormenting myself any longer, I deliver two decisive blows, one to each cheek.The crack of my palm against her bare flesh echoes in the room as her ass jiggles from the impact.Though she squeals, she manages to hold her hand over her mouth to stifle it.But I still hear it.I still hear every fucking bit of the noise she made.And that breathy, desperate sound goes straight to my fucking cock.
I push her off and watch as she tries to stand on wobbly legs.For a moment, her movements are unsteady, like she's drunk.Dear God, I think I must have had an effect on her.Her glassy eyes stare at me unseeingly for a moment as she gathers herself.Yep.Pupils blown wide, lips parted, and breathing hard.The faint blush on her cheeks drives me to distraction as I long to pull her back into my arms and give her an even sterner punishment.
How easy would it be to strip those shorts off completely and spank her until she's sobbing, until her ass is crimson and she's begging me to stop… or begging me to fuck her?I'm not sure which.And for the most part, my brain doesn’t care.
This is wrong.
This is fucked up.
I'm fucked up.
We just stay there for a moment, staring at each other when a loud ding pierces the silence.Wrenching her gaze from mine, she digs into her shorts and pulls out her phone and opens the screen.
In an instant, the atmosphere goes from crackling with sensual tension to ice cold.Before I can ask her what's wrong, a loud, booming, angry voice carries up the stairs.
"Lila Anne Bennett.Down here.Now."
Chapter7
Lila
My fingers trembleas I continue to read the screen.My grades have come through, and of course, if I got the message, Dad did too.It was the only way for me to go to college so far away.He had to know what my grades were.
For the first semester, I didn't care.All the classes were easy, and I knew I'd pass them no problem.Second semester?Same.But not this semester.Not with the one class looming over me that I've been worried about.
Chemistry.
Somehow, I hoped I'd be able to pull out a C, but there's the big, fat, red D just staring at me despite how hard I worked.Despite how much Nate helped me.
Now, instead of reveling in the glow of my first non-punishment spanking, my stomach flips and churns as I turn to leave the room, my ass still tingling from where his hand connected, the phantom heat making me clench my thighs together.But Dad's pissed.If I don't get down there soon, it will make it all worse.
Nate's hand snakes out to grab my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.His firm, implacable grip is commanding, sending a shiver straight through me."What's wrong?"
"Chemistry."
He winces and gives me a sympathetic look."How bad?"
"A, D."
"Oh!"His face brightens with a smile I don't understand."You passed!Thank goodness.Then why is Robert so pissed?”
Tears burn the back of my eyes as I merely shake and look down at the screen.The letters blur as they finally slip and land on the glass.“You don’t get it.D isn’t good enough.It will never be good enough for him.”
"Hey, hey now," he soothes as he drags me back into him and holds me in his arms.
If only I could just stay there in the warm cocoon of his body as I inhale his spicy, masculine scent.If only I could just rest against His solid chest as I revel in strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe, small, and protected.But I can't.I have to face the music sometime.The longer I keep Dad waiting, the worse it will be.
