He hums, low in his throat, eyes heavy-lidded and dark.“Oh, I love you like this.”His lips brush mine.“But make no mistake.You’re not the one in control here.”
I pause playing with the hem of his shirt as my heart skips.His words don’t upset me; they turn me on.“Is that so?Is this the part where you punish me?”
I watch his expression shift, with heat flaring in his eyes, followed by a wolfish smile that sends a thrill straight through me.
“Yes.It is.”
I don’t know if I should be nervous or excited, but I’m both.
He brushes my hair back, fingertips grazing my jaw.“Have you ever been spanked before?”
My cheeks go warm as something shy and curious twists in my gut.I shake my head slowly.“No,” I whisper, searching his eyes.“Have you ever done it before?”
“No,” he admits without hesitation.“I’ve never needed to.”
My breath catches.“And you need to with me?”
“I want to.There’s something about you… the way you look at me, the way you talk back, the way you act like you can push me.”He leans in closer, his hot breath brushing my ear.“It drives me wild.Makes me want to spank that bratty attitude right out of you.”
A shiver runs down my spine.I press my thighs tighter around him.
“Well, I’m not here to stop you.”
Cupping my face in both hands, he kisses me softly.Then he pulls back just enough to whisper, “You can stop me at any time.”
I nod, knowing from the way he’s looking at me and my desire for this, I trust him.“Okay.”
I rise to my feet in front of him, my hands at the button of my jeans.But he beats me to it, unbuttoning and unzipping them before sliding them down past my hips, his thumbs catching my thong as he drags everything all the way off.
“Shirt too,” he says quietly, his eyes never leaving mine.
My skin prickles with anticipation.
“Come here,” he says.
I lay myself across his lap, hands pressed to the bed, head turned to one side.He strokes my backside lightly, then runs his hand down the backs of my thighs.The touch is gentle, almost ticklish, and goosebumps rise along my skin.
I’m waiting for him to ask if I’m ready.I’m ready to say yes, but it doesn’t come.
Instead, his palm comes down hard with a sharp, sudden whack.
I gasp from the surprise rather than the sting.My body tenses, and I muffle a sound against my forearm.
“Too much?”he asks softly, his hand immediately smoothing over the spot, rubbing slow circles.
I shake my head.“No, I was just surprised.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends a tingle through my stomach.“You want another?”he asks, and there’s something dangerous in the way he says it.His breathing is uneven now, and it makes my thighs clench.
“Yes,” I breathe.“Again.”
Before I finish, his hand comes down again.The sting blooms across my skin, harder this time, and I whimper.
But then his hand is between my legs, fingers sliding through my folds, and I forget about the sting entirely.
“Fuck,” he breathes heavily.“You’re so wet.Is this what my brat needs?Me to put you in your place?”
I can’t form a response.All I can do is show him.I push back against his hand, wanting more.
