I never thought I’d be into this, but I was wrong.
Katie Martinez wasmykink.Myfetish.Whatever she wanted, I would do for her.And having her draped over my lap willingly with a safe-word made me feel powerful.
And mean.
Just a little.
“Dylan!” she cried again, her tone sultry.
I grinned wickedly, caressing the spot I had just spanked.
“Oh, relax, darling.It’s just a little play,” I purred, my voice husky and deep.“Besides… you liked it.”
“M-maybe—oh!”
Another smack, but harder than before.She yelped, burying her face in her arm, her hips arching instinctively.
“Liar.”I crooned, leaning close with my lips brushing the shell of her ear.“You’re dripping through the lace already.”
27
MAKE ME
KATIE
My body went still, my breath hitching in my throat.
I had never experienced such a thing before.I had read plenty about spanking and BDSM in steamy romance books, but to have Dylan—out of all the people—take me over his lap and spank my ass made arousal pool between my thighs.
It was thrilling.
I bit my lip to prevent eliciting a moan when his hand slid down my ass, cupping me over the sheer thong that did nothing to hide my desire.His fingers were long and perfect, and I resisted the urge to arch into his touch.
“Fuck.You’re so wet, Katie.”Dylan groaned, his voice sending shivers down my spine.“Just from a few little spanks?God, you’re filthier than I ever imagined.”
“Shut up,” I whispered, embarrassed by the way I sounded.
The truth was, I wanted him to keep going.
Thankfully, Dylan read my mind and challenged, “Make me.”Another smack landed on my ass.
My body trembled, heat blooming in my core as his palm pressed hard against my bare skin.I bit my lip, both from embarrassment and the undeniable pleasure coursing through me.
Before I could gather the courage to ask him to touch me, I felt his fingers slide beneath the thin lace of my sheer thong.But he didn’t stop, he pushed the soaked panties to the side and let his fingers get slick with my juices.
I gasped, my legs trembling, my body arching against his touch.
“Fuck, I love your pussy,” Dylan whispered, his voice low and husky in my ear.“That’s it.”
His fingers pushed inside me, two of them curling in exactly the right way, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.I didn’t want to.It was embarrassing since we were in a private trial room, but I didn’t care anymore.I moaned, my nails instinctively digging into his thigh as I tried to muffle the noise against my arm.
The pace he set—from long, deep strokes to teasingly slow movement—made me feel heady with lust.Another sharp smack of his palm on my ass made my body writhe.
I choked out a small, “P-please.”
Both pain and pleasure made my sex clench around his thick fingers.
“Look at you, darling,” Dylan teased, his voice soft but mocking me, laced with lust.“Squirming on my lap, your tight cunt soaking my hand and begging for more every time I spank your pretty ass.”
