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Chapter Eleven
Spanking Lilith was not what he’d been expecting when he’d previewed this weekend in his mind on his long drive up from Clover City. Fantasized about? Sure. To be honest, he’d been fantasizing about taking her over his knee since he’d left the weekend before. But he didn’t think it would actually happen, and now here she was, across his lap.
She wasn’t easy to get a read on, but that just made him try harder. Pay more attention to her body language and tone of voice, give her an extra beat to object. He was getting a crash course in topping this princess of darkness, and he wasn’t going to flunk out, not if he could help it.
He’d been grateful when she’d called that brief time out, and it made him more confident that she’d call this if she needed to. He’d take it slow, too. Check in with her often as they learned each other. But not too slow because she might tire of his caution and go back to get the frying pan.
The froth of tulle over her butt was maddening. So freaking cute it made his brain melt but also terrible to spank through. That was getting flipped up as soon as he was confident she was really down for this.
Some women changed their mind at the last second and that was fine. He didn’t want to play with anyone who didn’t want to play with him. But despite a tremor vibrating her ribcage across his thighs, Lilith seemed resolved. She knew what to say if she’d thought better of being turned over a stranger’s knee. He’d do whatever he could to make her not regret it.
Vance always wanted scenes to be good for his partners, but this wasn’t just fun for her, he didn’t think. She’d said as much. It was a way to blow off steam, a way to get rid of some of the tension dogging her. She’d sure had a rough go of it lately, she wouldn’t be here otherwise. He could help her with that.
“You’ve been an awfully naughty girl,” he told her, skimming fingertips up the black small-gauge fishnets that covered her thighs.
His cock jerked as he edged underneath the hem of her skirt and his mouth went dry. He’d had sex that was less exciting than getting knuckle-deep into this woman’s skirts. Did she feel the same? God, he hoped so.
“I think this level of disobedience and lack of regard for your own personal safety warrants a bare-bottomed spanking. Would you agree?”
Vance felt like his heart skipped a beat as he waited for her answer. Were blue palms a thing? Like blue balls? Except blue balls weren’t even really a thing. But if they were, he felt like Lilith jumping up and dusting off her hands now would feel like a few hours of foreplay followed by no release. A killer deep ache that took hours to go away.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He was a little surprised that after her earlier attitude that she was being so docile, but maybe she was just that desperate. Or maybe she thought if she bratted he’d change his mind. He liked her soft and compliant—he’d like to see a lot more of it—but he liked her sharp tongue and huffy attitude as well. Yep, it would be a real shame to have her give him excuse upon excuse to spank her gorgeous backside.
“Good girl. I’m going to flip your skirt up now.”
Another heart-stopping beat, but there was no objection. So not believing how he could be such a lucky bastard, he folded layer upon layer of tulle and lace over her back, revealing a pair of wine red panties that had “Spank Me, Daddy,” scrawled across her cheeks in black gothic script.
Vance choked on absolutely fucking nothing. Who was this woman? Not an angel for sure, not with the way she dressed. Maybe some demon spawn of the devil sent to tempt him. Well, A-plus tempting Satan, because he was totally falling for it. For her. Hell child, Christ.
He’d warm her up before pulling the fishnets and those panties down. Vance told himself he’d do that with any partner, not just because he wanted to see those words flashing as his hand came down on them over and over again. Course that didn’t hurt. Neither did heightening the anticipation, and drawing out those delicious moments of exposure.
Finally he could get his hands on her properly and did. Her skin was warm as he stroked her over the scant protection of the tights and undies, the curve of her lush buttocks was perfect.
Sometime—if he got lucky enough to repeat this—he’d have her draped over a pile of pillows on the bed so he could more fully appreciate the visual. For now, the feel of her hip, the curve of her waist, the movement of her ribcage against him was chef’s kiss perfection.
No way was he going to make a meal out of rubbing and caressing her ass—Lilith struck him as the kind of woman who would look over her shoulder and demand if they could get this show on the road already—but fuck he hoped she wouldn’t vault off his lap when they were done.
Almost reluctantly, he raised his hand and brought it down. Not hard but more than a tap. Little Miss Lilith wouldn’t be rolling her eyes by the time he was done with her.
Again and again he brought his palm into contact with her cheeks, deep satisfaction filling his chest, his head as her flesh bounced under his hand. He hadn’t known what precisely to think about her ghostly pale complexion contrasted by the black and burgundies she favored, but her pallid skin had the advantage of coloring almost immediately into a pretty pink he couldn’t wait to urge several shades darker.
* * *
Bliss.
Vance wasn’t even hitting her that hard and already Lilith felt herself seeping into that dark, comfortable place where she didn’t have to be so rigid.
She wasn’t in the habit of falling into tops’ arms in a full swoon and she’d keep her wits about her because he was still basically a stranger, but was there any real harm in letting him stoke this fire on her backside? Demand her attention focus on the sensations he was inflicting upon her body instead of letting her mind get caught up in the downward spiral ofwell, fuck, what was she going to do now?
Plus Vance seemed like the kind of top who assumed full responsibility for their bottom, at least for the length of the scene. Especially with that Daddy streak? Hell yeah.
“Where you at, Lil?” he asked as he let up on beating her ass for the moment, rubbing and kneading her heated butt cheeks. “Scale of one to ten?”
“Mmm, two.”
“Alright. You seem headed in the right direction though, yeah?”
