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I was almost grateful that he was mine.
“You look so beautiful, my pretty bride,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but smile. When he offered me his hand, I took it and willingly went along with him. He led me out of the bedroom and down another hallway to a private elevator. The two of us entered together and he drew me close to him by wrapping his arms around me. His hands settled on my stomach and never drew any lower, much to my frustration. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was likely smiling knowing that I was suffering for his touch.
By the time we reached the ground floor, I was practically ready to jump him. He took me out a door to a waiting limo. He opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman and helped me to climb in. I sat down and he took a seat beside me as the driver closed the door behind him. As the car started and pulled away from the curb, I waited for the privacy divider to close but it never did.
“Can he put that up?” I asked hesitantly.
“No,” Grayson answered. I shivered, caught in the struggle of needing his touch and embarrassed that someone else might see what was about to happen next. My pussy clenched insatiably hard at the thought of something so shameful and my clit pulsed with greed.
“Music?” the driver asked.
“No. Thank you, Mitch,” Grayson answered. I blanched. The driver was not only going to be able to see everything, but he was going to hear everything too.
Nervously, I fingered the hem of my dress and looked back at my husband. His gaze was dark, but he made no move. He’d left this choice up to me. I swallowed hard.
I started to lift my dress, pushing myself off the seat just enough to slide the hem above my waist. I stared at my hands, blushing furiously as I finally drew up enough courage to put myself over his knee. I knew the driver would be able to see the bareness of my bottom in the mirror. He’d be able to see Grayson give me a spanking and he’d be able to hear my screams if my husband decided that I had been good enough to come for him.
Grayson groaned in sheer appreciation as he guided his palm over my tender backside before he slapped both sides in quick succession. I squeaked in surprise.
“Does it make you blush that I knew you would put yourself over my knee, bottom bare and your wet little pussy on complete display?” he began, and I groaned with shame.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, and his palm peppered my bottom several times.
“Tell me, little girl, do you deserve to be punished?” he asked as his palm slid over my sensitive flesh. My mind raced. Did he want me to say yes? Was he testing me?
“No, sir,” I whispered anxiously, biting my lower lip as I waited for him to respond.
“Hmmm…”
That was almost worse than if he said nothing at all. He lightly slapped my lower cheeks, squeezing them tight afterward and igniting my desire for more.
“Do you deserve to be rewarded then, little girl?” he finally asked.
“Yes, sir,” I rushed to answer.
His other arm wound around my hips, holding me in place.
“I think you need a bright pink bottom first. I wouldn’t want my driver thinking that I spoil my bride too much,” he mused, and I cried out as he started spanking me in earnest. His palm stung just enough to send a message, but I quickly realized that my pleasure was far outpacing the pain. It wasn’t a particularly hard spanking and as I whined softly, he leaned forward.
“Good little girls need good hard spankings too,” he murmured just loud enough for me to hear, and I moaned as he lifted my hips a bit higher. He spanked me for a bit longer and when he finally paused, he slid his fingers in between my legs. In that moment, I knew that this wasn’t a punishment. This was a reward and that made my inner walls flutter with blatant excitement.
“So very wet, little girl,” he observed, and I whined as his fingers slipped far enough forward to lightly circle my clit.
“Yes, sir,” I sighed. I lifted my hips to meet his touch.
“My driver can see your bright pink bottom, my pretty bride. He knows you needed to be spanked in the backseat of my car,” Grayson continued. He slipped a finger inside me, expertly using another to continue teasing my clit. I moaned. I wanted to tell him I hated that he’d spanked me in front of someone else, but I knew I would be lying. Even right now, I wanted to come more than ever.
I wanted his driver to see that not only did Grayson spank me, but th
at he would make me come too.
“My my, little girl. I can feel your pussy tightening at the thought of being put in your place so publicly,” Grayson observed out loud and there was no doubt in my mind that the driver could hear. I whimpered softly as my pleasure built and tried to fight it as much as I could, but it was a losing battle. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I begged him to let me come. With my bottom bare over his knee though, I wanted to have his permission to orgasm. If I came without that, he could decide to punish me. Really punish me…
I cried out in nervous arousal. His fingers were incredible, each one an expert of stoking my desire and building it so high that I knew I’d never settle for my own ever again.
“Please,” I whispered. I was still so embarrassed to beg for what I wanted in front of someone else.
Instead of giving me what I wanted, he continued to tease me. I was caught in the web of the unknown, wondering if he’d heard me or if I just didn’t sound desperate enough for him yet.
