I should fight. Kick. Do something.
I don’t.
My pulse is racing, but it’s not fear driving it.
Then he sits with his legs stretched out and pulls me down with him. He lays me over his lap and yanks down my pants and underwear with a quick jerk.
“What’re you doing?” I yell, bucking my hips and trying to roll free as he pulls them the rest of the way off. Now, I’m naked from the waist down. A cool breeze strokes over my skin like fingertips, and I tell myself that’s why I’ve broken out in goosebumps. Panic thumps in my chest. I’m frightened, freaking out, but a little shameful part of me notices as I squirm how the motion rubs my clit, dragging it against Carrson’s firm thigh.
“I’m going to punish you now,” he says calmly, moving one hand in between my shoulder blades and forcing me still.
“What?” I squeak. “You are not.”
“I am,” he says, sounding so fucking rational it pisses me off. “And you’re going to tell me to do it.”
“Absolutely not,” I snap my teeth, try to bite his thigh, but it’s out of reach.
“You’ll beg me for it,” he says, his hand smoothing down my backside, almost lovingly. The smug asshole.
“I will no—” I choke on my words, my own moan interrupting them because his hand is in between my legs now, stroking deep, the motion easy because, much to my astonishment, I’m already wet.
Carrson’s breathing picks up when he feels it. “Mmm,” He murmurs appreciatively as he slips a finger inside and my ass lifts on its own, giving him better access.
“Yes, that’s it,” He encourages as I push back against him, my eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure. “You want to deny it, but this pretty little cunt of yours is already weeping for me.”
He brings his hand out and uses my own arousal to coat my clit, then swirls his thumb over that sensitive bundle. A ragged moan breaks out of my mouth and I grind against him, dizzy from the rush.
“I keep thinking about it,” Carrson pants, even though he’s fully clothed, but he’s hardening against my side. “About down in the vault. Those sounds you made when you came. How tight you were on my cock, strangling it.” His voice drops into a hoarse rasp. “I want to do that again. Be with you again.”
“Yes, yes,” I chant, his voice a distant melody since most of my focus is directed inward. At the fire he’s stocking inside my body, how it burns brighter with each touch of his hand, his fingers. He pushes back into me again, two fingers this time and my groan echoes into the trees above us.
“You have to be punished first,” he says, “I know you want that, you’ve been waiting.”
“No,” I gasp, my voice a barely a whisper.
The crack of his hand on my ass rings out and I yelp as birds startle from the trees, flapping off angrily.
I gasp, and then, feel the heat.
Spreading. Blooming. Wrong and right all at once.
“Don’t lie to me,” Carrson grits out, fury in his tone, “and even more, don’t fucking lie to yourself.”
His hand is back, but it circles where he struck me, soothing the sting. And, oh my God, I’m on fire. My ass, but also all over. Every piece of me is awake and buzzing. I writhe in his lap, desperate for friction anywhere, everywhere.
He takes his hands away, crosses them over his chest. “Now tell me, and be honest, what do you want?”
I almost cry then, can feel a sob work its way up my throat. I don’t want to do as he asks but I also don’t want him to stop.
“Say it.”
I shake my head, even as I shift on his lap, eager, traitorous. If he doesn’t touch me in the next minute, I might actually lose my mind.
“Say it,” he repeats, stern. “Or I stop.”
“I—,” I will my tongue to move, to spit out the words, but it’s so hard. “I—I want…” I force the words forward, even as every instinct fights them. Ihate this. Hate needing. Hate giving in but a glance over my shoulder shows how stoic he is.
That’s how I know. There’s only one way to get what I need.
