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“Am I going to need to take off my belt, Morgan?” he asked, and I bit my lip, drawing it between my teeth as I shook my head nervously.
“I can just go home—” I tried one last time, but the darkness in his eyes turned to shadow. Gently, he grasped the back of my neck and pulled me in towards him roughly enough to make me gasp out loud.
“Let me tell you how this is going to go, little girl. I’m going to take you home. When we get to my place, I’m going to take off your pretty dress and those slutty lacey panties. Then I’m going to bend you over my bed and fuck your little bottom as punishment for fighting me,” he threatened, and my heart almost dropped straight down into the pit of my stomach.
“I’ve never…” I protested. Even as the words left my mouth though, my body heated, and my pussy clenched hard.
Why did that arouse me?
“I’m going to take great pleasure in being the first. Now that’s not going to be up to you, is it?” he said, raising a single eyebrow as he waited for me to protest.
He wasn’t asking if I wanted him to fuck my ass.
It was something that was simply going to happen. What I did have a choice about, however, was how sore my ass was going to be first.
“No, sir,” I pouted a little.
“Good girl. Now get in the car and behave, or else I’ll take you over my knee and give you a real spanking in the car,” he demanded, and I sucked in a breath.
A real spanking? What did he mean? Did the one in his office not count? It had certainly stung, but I wouldn’t have called it a punishment by any means, and before I knew what I was doing, I was echoing his words out loud.
“A real spanking?” I whispered, my voice hardly audible as his mouth turned up with a smirk.
“Yes, naughty girl. What happened over my desk was simply a taste. A real spanking would sting far more and leave your gorgeous ass bright, bright red. You know, there might even be pretty little tears dripping down your cheeks by the time I’m through with you,” he replied.
I shivered at his words.
“I understand, sir,” I breathed.
“Now, will you need a spanking in the car, or will you get inside like a good girl?” he asked.
“I’ll be a good girl,” I whimpered.
“Good,” he replied. Expectantly, he opened the door to the back seat, and I climbed inside. He slid in beside me and closed the door behind him before he wound his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
I squirmed a little bit on the leather seat, my ass still slightly sore from the spanking with his hand, but my mind was thoroughly stuck on the fact that he’d threatened to fuck my ass.
I wanted to hate the idea.
I should be angry at his audacity, that he was going to fuck my ass simply because he could and that I didn’t have a say about it, but instead, my curiosity was getting the best of me. Would it hurt? Would I like it? Was it wrong to think I might?
I shouldn’t want to find out what that felt like.
My body and my head were at odds.
“What are you thinking? I can see the wheels turning in your head,” he said gently with a soft, devastatingly sweet kiss to the side of my head. I blushed at the same time that butterflies fluttered within my heart.
“I—” I began, but my words died off, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell him what I was really thinking, so eventually I managed to lie. “Just wondering what your place is going to be like.”
He smiled and his eyes twinkled, like he knew I was lying, but he didn’t say anything to call me out. Instead, he kissed the side of my head again and pulled me even closer against him. For a moment, his body heat was soothing, and I allowed myself to focus on that other than the fact that I was going to get my ass fucked tonight for the very first time in my life.
“It’s not far. You’ll see when we get there. I’d hate to ruin the surprise,” he whispered.
To his credit, he was right. Within five minutes, the driver was pulling up to a sky rise building nestled in the heart of downtown. I recognized it as the Olympus Tower. The glass windows reflected the city lights beautifully. When the car came to a stop, he exited first and offered me a hand like the perfect gentleman.
Then he led me towards a private entrance, separate from the main lobby frequented by residents and their guests. This entrance exuded an air of exclusivity, with its sleek design and subtle lighting. It was clear that not many had access to this part of the building.
Inside, we were greeted by a lobby that was equally impressive, yet more intimate than the main entrance. The decor was modern and tasteful, with art pieces that looked like they belonged in an exquisite gallery. The ambiance was quiet and private, and I found myself feeling more and more comfortable by the moment.
