“Face down over my lap.” When I move to lie across him, he holds up his hand. “Take off your dress.”
I arch an eyebrow, but untie the bow at my waist and shrug out of my dress, letting it pool on the floor at my feet. I straighten and slide my shoes off. “Anything else, sir?”
I might have said sir with attitude. The room is warm but a shiver still ripples through me as their eyes take me in.
“That’s five now, trouble. Looking for more?”
“No, sir.” Maybe. I don’t know why it’s so fun to press his buttons.
“Move it, trouble. So we can get on to other things.” Wyatt leans back like I’m holding up everything.
When I hesitate, Wyatt holds his hand out to me and I take it. He guides me down and I can feel the flush of heat rising from my chest to my face. He positions me so his leg supports my hips. His hand rests on my ass and I suck in a breath.
This position is so undignified.
“Count them.”
I hold onto his leg as his hand comes down on my ass, filling the room with a loud smack.
“Ah, one.”
“One, what?” He presses against the sting.
“One, sir.” I’m not sure what to think of the pain.
He smacks my ass again in the same spot.
“Ow, two, sir.”
He slides his hand down between my legs and rubs my pussy. “How does that feel?”
“It still stings.” I gasp as he eases his finger inside me and uses my wetness to stroke my clit. I try to widen my legs so he can reach better. My breath quickens as my desire swells.
He pulls his hand away and smacks the same spot on my ass.
“Ow.” I try to rise up, but he holds me down.
“Trouble,” he says as a warning.
“Three, sir.” My words are a little belligerent as he rubs my ass cheek.
“Two more.” He spanks me again.
“Four, sir.” My skin burns.
He slips his hand between my legs. Pleasure and pain mixes, intensifying both. I moan softly as he rubs my clit.
“One more, trouble.”
He draws his hand away from me and I brace as he brings it down on my sensitive skin.
“Ah, five, sir.” I sag on his lap, relief that it’s over floods me.
“Good girl.” He thrusts two fingers inside my pussy and fucks me hard and fast with them.
I bite my lip to stop from coming. He chuckles and slows down. His thumb gently strokes my clit. Fuck, that’s even worse. I’ll be coming in no time if he keeps that up. Moaning, I ache for release.
“Please, sir.” I can’t move in my current position, but the need to come is almost overwhelming.
