Her eyes change slightly, but she pulls her hand away. I grab her wrist, holding it in place. “Do you really want me to enforce my will on you, Ember? If we start this, you don’t get to be the one in control.”
I know this look. To the untrained eye it might read as apprehension. Perhaps even fear. But that’s not what this is.
I’m getting her hot. She blinks and says, “You’re the boss… aren’t you?”
“Yeah. That means you have to do whatever I tell you. You’re just a little girl to me. Sweet, fragile… Perfect.”
She smiles a little and says, “Does that make you my daddy?”
“If you like. Either way, what I say, goes.”
She swallows hard again and answers, “All right.”
I release her and wrap my arms around her waist, moving my hands down to her ass and squeezing. She’s not wearing any panties. “I like it when you buck against me,” I tell her, “but I’m not a fan of disobedience.” I hook my thumbs into the elastic waistband of her yoga pants and pull them down over her ass. “You’ll have to answer for that first.”
Her breath is hot and shaky in my face, her eyes tracing the corners of my mouth. “I want to kiss you.”
I slap her bare ass. She jumps and bites her lip, holding back a whimper.
“No,” I say. “Nothing happens here until I say. Understand?”
She nods and I slap her again. Her eyes roll up momentarily and she moans a little behind her closed mouth.
“I need to hear you,” I say. “Do you understand me?”
She stops biting her lip and it trembles a little. “Yes.”
“Yes… sir.” I slap her ass again. “Say it.”
Her eyes darken and the corners of her lips turn up. I tighten my grip around her waist, pressing her against me. “You like being disobedient?”
With my free hand, I slap her ass over and over again. She grips onto my shirt, her nails digging into me through the fabric. She takes each hit well, holding in her moans as the sound of my hand slapping her ass fills the room. After I’m sure her left ass cheek is as red as fire, I rub my hand over her raw skin. She shudders under my touch.
“Yes… what?”
Breathlessly, she looks up at me, her eyes almost grateful. “Yes, sir.”
I like how that sounds on her lips. “I want to hear you, Ember,” I tell her. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
“I won’t…” She pauses, and I raise my hand. “Sir.”
“I should give you a whack for that,” I tell her, even though she’s pleased me with how she toys with me. I release her. “Take off your clothes.”
Without hesitation, she pulls her yoga pants all the way off, kicking them across the room. Her smooth, creamy thighs and hips call to me. And the pale triangle of hair between her legs… I’m almost feral for her.
When she pulls her top off, I stop her, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head as I push her against the nearestwall. The tank top’s path has stopped at the top half of her face, covering her eyes. Her soft lips gasp as I press her wrists against the wall above her, holding her there, blind and exposed.
No bra, either. Her perky breasts bounce slightly as she struggles a little. Tan lines trace out a bikini top and reveal her naturally creamy white skin over her rose-toned nipples. Her skin smells sweet and tart, the flavor of old sweat mixed with the remnants of perfume she wears every day. I’m salivating.
I lean in, kissing the hollow of her throat, biting into part of her shoulder. As I drag my tongue down the center of her chest, her breath catches. Her salty, sweet skin makes me hungry for her as I squeeze one of her breasts, rubbing her nipple between my fingers as I let my tongue flick the other.
She’s breathing hard and I can feel her pushing against my hold on her. I stop and push her back into the wall. “You want these pretty little tits sucked, don’t you? Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I bite her nipple and her gasp is loud with surprise. “Yes,sir.”
She swallows. Her silent resistance is like music. I lick her nipple, then bite her again. A shaky moan floats out of her.
