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I did not expect this. I thought she’d cower. Put her trembling body over my lap. Obey me to get her spanking over with.
Or keep fighting back with her weak attempts at struggling or kicking.
No. This little girl is fighting fire with fire. And right now, I’m not sure who’s going to win.
She leans back into me, her back pressing into my chest, her silky hair rubbing against the side of my neck. I tighten my hold on her. She gives a sexy little moan, rocking those hips.
What am I doing?
I’ve never been out of control like this. It feels so good, her ass rubbing against my cock.
It is taking every ounce of strength in me to not flip her over, lift her arms above her head and pin her wrists to the bed. Kiss her till her lips are bruised. Push my tongue past those lovely lips and see if her tastes turns me on as much as her scent.
I’ve got to get the upper hand back. I’ve got a job to do. I’m trusted. … God, that feels good. For God’s sake, I’m the Planner— I just pulled off a mission that ended in three men’s deaths. And now a little girl is rubbing her ass on my lap and I’m dangerously close to committing a mortal sin?
Finally, my brain overpowers my cock. I stand, pulling her from my lap. I turn her so we’re both standing there, facing one another. I hold her shoulders, pinning her with my gaze. “You like to play games, but you’re not going to like it so much when you lose them.”
“Play games?” She gives a haughty laugh. “I play games? Are you being serious? Please! You’re the one gone on a total power trip to get me to do what you want.”
“To do what I want. To keep you safe,” I say, trying to steady my words through my frustration. “There’s a difference between wanting to keep you from harm and bossing you around because I get off on it.”
“Judging by what I felt under my ass,” she crosses her arms over her chest, “you get off on power trips.”
“Yes, you turned me on. You’re beautiful and—” I take a deep breath, focusing on the matter at hand. “But you need to be safe.”
“Seems like you care less about my safety and more about getting off.”
The anger in me boils over. “This is why I wanted to wait till tomorrow to talk. So we could have an actual discussion. But you didn’t listen.” I drop back down on the bed, pulling her over my lap. “I knew you’d push me. I knew I’d end up spanking you.”
She struggles, looking up over her shoulder at me. “Stop!”
“Not till you are ready to have a real conversation.” I spank her ass, hard, no warm-ups. No warnings. Just spank after spank, landing on the softness of her curves.
“Oh God, that hurts!” She’s not fighting me anymore, just digging her fingers into the bedding, burying her face in the bed. I pepper the under curves of her ass, those super soft spots where they meet the tops of her thighs, trying to get my message home.
I want to tear down these shorts, pull her panties down and spank her on her bare ass. But I don’t. Because I don’t trust myself to leave her alone afterward.
“Have you ever, for a second, princess, thought about the men who volunteer to put you and your family’s lives before your own?”
“Of course I have!” she whines, moaning as I spank her some more.
“Not thinking about what a pain they are to you.” I need her to get the real message. The one that matters. This isn’t just about her. “But what they give up for you.” I spank her till she stops wriggling. Stops crying out. Till she’s begging me to stop.
“Please!” Her tear-filled cries fill the room. “Please stop.”
I stop spanking her, leaving my hand resting on the center of her ass. Her tear-streaked face is turned to the side. I lean down, lowering my voice. “Men you don’t even know who would take a bullet for you. We put our rules in place to keep you safe. But when you break them, you’re not the only one you put in danger.”
“Okay,” she says. “I get it.”
I hold her gently, sitting her up on the bed beside me so we can talk.
“I’m sorry for running.” She tugs the ends of the sleeves of her hoodie over the heels of her hands, using the fabric to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. Quickly, she gathers herself, staring at me through those big blue eyes shining with what’s left of her tears. Her cheeks are flushed. Shame is etched across her pretty face.
I put my hand on her knee. “I need you to do as I ask. To keep yourself safe. To keep my men safe.”
“I get it. I understand.” The color drains from her face. Her gaze falls to her lap. She tugs at the wrists of her sweatshirt.
I cup her chin in my hand, gently lifting her face till our eyes meet. “Tell me again. Tell me while you’re looking at me.”
