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“I would,” he replied, his eyes narrowing and his face hardening into a stony expression.
Knowing I didn’t have a choice, I reached beneath my skirt, slowly pushing my panties down my thighs, using the tablecloth as cover. Once they were past my knees, I wiggled just enough so that they fell down to my feet. I kicked out of them and quickly brought them up, blushing furiously as I handed them over.
“Such a good girl,” he praised, and I preened a little at his words as he pushed my panties into his pocket. “The spanking you’re going to get in the car won’t be nearly as hard as it could have been, but it’s still going to sting.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, blushing furiously at his promise.
“Good,” he nodded. “Now, eat up. You’re going to need your strength. After all, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
“Hunter,” I breathed, my cheeks flushed with anxious arousal, and his piercing blue eyes leveled with mine.
“My beautiful, needy little slut, we both know that your sweet cunt gets soaking wet whenever I redden your bottom, even if it hurts. Maybe even especially because it hurts.”
I bit my lip, squirming in my chair, his words hitting the mark.
“Finish up. It’s time for me to take you home,” he growled, and I bit back a moan. I swallowed several bites of chocolate cake past the lump in the back of my throat before I washed it down with a few gulps of champagne. When I was done, he offered his hand, and I took it. He guided me through the restaurant and into the back seat of the car, his palm landing a quick, stinging swat across my ass that had me gasping as we walked.
Once we were in the car, Hunter wasted no time. He yanked me over his lap and pulled up my skirt, exposing my bottom just as the driver closed the car door. His big palm smacked my ass a couple of times, warming up the skin, and I gasped, wiggling in his hold.
“Keep still,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, doing my best to keep my hips from grinding into his muscular thigh, but it was hard, and when he started spanking me, I did it again, earning myself several breath-stealing swats to the tops of my thighs. I quickly learned that those stung more than all the rest. I bit my lip as his arm wound around my waist, pinning me in place, and I held my breath, knowing what I had coming was going to hurt, yet being excited about it all the same.
My pussy tightened in anticipation.
His palm swatted a dozen times across my cheeks. He stopped every now and then to rub the sting out of my flesh. It was just enough pain to leave me wet and needy, the sting radiating through my skin and into the very core of me. I breathed in and then I did something that I didn’t quite understand.
“Harder,” I breathed. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“What’s that?” Hunter asked.
“More. Please,” I whimpered.
“Naughty girl,” he admonished, his fingers trailing between the cheeks of my bottom and teasing along my tight pucker. “Do you need me to take control? To redden your bottom so thoroughly that you cry out for mercy?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, my clit throbbing like it had developed its very own heartbeat.
“You should know that I’m not going to stop when you beg, naughty girl. I’m going to spank you as long and as hard as I think you need.”
“Please,” I whispered. Deep down, a part of me wanted to know what it would be like, what would truly happen when he took complete and utter control.
His hand landed several more times, and the pain grew, my skin heating, turning a deeper shade of pink as his hand rose and fell, and soon my hips were wriggling across his lap as much as his tight grip would allow, and my hands were clawing at the seat.
Before long, the scalding sting overwhelmed me. He didn’t stop spanking me, painting from the tops of my cheeks all the way to the middles of my thighs. Panic welled up and I began to beg, but true to his word, he didn’t listen.
“This is what you wanted,” he reminded me, his voice rough and gravelly. “For me to take complete control. To take your will away, to spank you as hard as you need to be spanked, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, the tears welling up in my eyes and threatening to spill.
“You can cry, sweetheart. Let it out,” he murmured, rubbing the sting into my blazing hot flesh, and then continuing to spank me, his palm turning my bottom bright red as my legs began to kick.
He smacked my bare ass harder, faster, and right when I was on the cusp of tears, he paused and slid his finger between my thighs.
I knew what he would find.
My arousal.
I was soaking wet, and I knew it.
