I pushed up from my seat and headed down to the gate, Chaos and Mav behind me. Anger lashed through me at her going against me after I locked her in the room. Whoever the fuck let her out better have fucking left already, or I’ll be getting bloody.
As I rounded the gate, I saw her standing with Frankie, both of them had their arms crossed over their chests, like they were putout by being stopped. I knew telling the prospects to keep an eye out was a good idea.
Before I exploded, I crossed the distance to my blonde-haired fireball, dropped my body down and hauled her over my shoulder. Frankie called out for me to put her friend down, before I saw Chaos head toward her and lead her away, his arm around her shoulders.
“Wyatt!” Rowan screamed over my shoulder.
“You’re in for one hell of a punishment, kitten,” I growled, slapping my hands down over her ass.
Rowan
Reaper moved through the clubhouse, with me bashing at his back even though I knew it was no use. I could feel the heat from his body underneath me, the rising heat on my ass from where he had slapped me. God it had turned me on.
I should be furious, angry at him for it, and yet all I could think of was his arms on me the second we were behind closed doors. He stormed down the hall, bypassing my room and headed straight for his. Entering through the doors, he kicked them closed with his boot, before he threw me on the bed. He stood over me, glowering.
The anger radiating through him was palpable in the air around us. I felt my body go through five different stages in the space of a minute. He pulled his kutte off his shoulders, hanging it over a chair by the window, before he pulled his black tee off, revealing that rippled tattooed body that haunted my dreams.
Jesus, he was a gorgeous specimen of a man.
Slowly, he undid the buckle of his belt, watching me as he slowly pulled it from the hoops of his jeans.
“Your come-fuck-me eyes aren’t going to save you from me giving you a red-raw ass, kitten,” he growled at me, before he pulled the belt taut in his hands, almost like he was warning he would use it on me. My pussy throbbed, my thighs rubbing together for friction to quell the ache developing. He undid his jeans, pulling them down his legs and kicking them to the side. His incredible bulge was obvious through his black jocks, but he didn’t make a move to remove them. He sat down on the edge of the bed, laying his belt beside him. “Climb over my lap, Rowan.”
“Wya–”
“Over my lap, Rowan,” he said, louder, cutting me off. “Now.”
I scrambled to get up on my arms and awkwardly moved to kneel next to him, wondering how I could possibly fit on his lap on the edge of the bed. Before I could try to lean down, I felt him wrap his hand around my arm and yank. I landed on his lap with a thud, a gasp leaving my throat from the surprise, before I felt him pull my mini skirt up, baring my ass to him. Smoothing his hand over my ass, I waited with bated breath for what I knew was coming.
“Why?” he asked me. I was confused at first, but I realised it sounded a little broken.
“Wyatt…”
“Do you know what you do to me, kitten?”
I had no idea how to answer that, but I didn’t have to worry. The sound of his hand connecting with my ass was loud. My body shoved forward, but he had his arm wrapped around me, making sure I didn’t move off the bed. My ass burned from the impact, but it didn’t hurt in the way I expected. It had my pussy pulsing, my panties getting wetter by the second. A second slap on my other cheek had me jolting, and a moan erupting from my throat. I clutched onto the quilt, fisting the material as he smoothed his hand over my burning skin.
“Do you know how good your ass looks with my handprints on it?” he asked me, but I knew it was rhetorical. Even if it hadn’t been, I couldn’t form words with how good his hands felt on my body. “These round cheeks, all pink and rosy, warm from my hands. You are a fucking vision.”
I preened at his praise. He had a way of making me feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world with just a few words, or even with just one look. I was addicted to feeling this way, to him…and that scared me more than anything, because I’d never felt more at home, more safe, or adored than I did when I was with Reaper.
Slap!
Slap!
A fresh round of spanks to either cheek had me bowing up, his cock pushing up into my tummy.
“Mmm, looks like you’re enjoying this too much, kitten.”
His fingers dipped between my thighs, running up and down my thong. I edged back against his fingers, eager for them to find my clit to send me soaring.
“Ah, ah,” he said, his voice deep. “This is a punishment. Be a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want, even if you don’t deserve it.”
“Please…”
His finger slid under my thong, pulling it to the side, and slid up and down my folds. “Mmmm, kitten, look how wet you are.”
I panicked for a moment, until I felt his finger slide deeper into me, eliciting a low groan at the delicious slow stretch.
