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He cupped her mound then, and she drew a sharp breath. He gave it a proprietary squeeze. “I expect an answer, sweetheart.”
“Do you… do you like it?” Her voice had a breathless note to it that he found more than a little arousing. He wondered if she’d sound the same under discipline, too.
“So it seems it was for other reasons, after all? That pleases me, I won’t lie to you. It pleases me a lot, Kelsey.”
He eased a fingertip down the soaking, hot seam of her sex. She had plump outer lips that closed snugly, hiding the inner lips completely, and the look was both neat, clean, and yet, provocative. Something about that impudent, soft, pouting feminine peach made him want to plunder it and use it, to make it his in every way.
Like every other part of her body, it was perfect.
“Do you want me to like it, sweet girl?” He slipped a finger inside her then, pressing deep until the knuckle pushed against her seam. “Tell me.”
She inhaled sharply, her lashes fluttering again, a cute blush blooming upon her cheeks once more. “Yes… yes, sir. I want… to please you.”
“Oh, Kelsey, I think you’re going to do just fine here, with an attitude like that.” He turned his wrist, curling his finger upward, stroking her, making her shudder as he found just the spot he was looking for. Then he stroked that same tissue again, more firmly.
“Oh, fuck… how did you know…?”
He chuckled. “Where to touch you? How to touch you? Kelsey, you’ve spent too much time fooling around with boys. You’re with a man now, a man who knows your body better than you do. You’re in a lot of trouble, sweet girl. But not all of it will hurt.” He stroked her inside again, and her thighs tensed, her cunt squeezing down tightly around his finger. “Quite the opposite, in fact.”
“Please… do that again,” she murmured, when he kept that finger still inside her heat. She was getting even wetter, a thick bead of it threatening to drip from his pinky finger.
“Not just yet, I think,” he rumbled, removing the digit from the clutch of her sex. He wiped it upon the plump curve of her bare mound, his already hard cock twitching at the sheen of moisture upon her skin catching the light, making her smooth mons gleam with it.
He wondered how that cute mound would look decorated with the red and pink curlicues of whip marks.
Slow down, asshole. This is Kelsey.
So it was, but the dark needs she was reawakening inside him couldn’t be suppressed for much longer. He wanted her. He needed to make her his, to impress upon her body—and her mind—that she was now subject to him, that pleasing him, obeying him, and making him proud were now the only things she needed to care about in her life.
It was time to begin then. The sooner she realized what she’d gotten herself into, the sooner he could acclimate her to her new situation, and the sooner he could take his full measure of enjoyment from having sweet little Kelsey fully under his thumb for the summer.
“I think we’ll conduct your inspection another time. I have something else more pressing that I need to address with you.”
He reclined upon the couch then, scooting over until he sat upon the middle cushion. Gazing up at the gorgeous girl, still standing at attention, cunt wet, nipples aching hard, and eyes alight with mortification and more than a little arousal, he curled his finger at her, beckoning.
“Lay over my lap, Kelsey. It’s time for your spanking.”
* * *
Though she’d imagined quite a few lurid things when it came to the subject of Uncle Max, this was definitely not one of them. He’d spanked her once before, of course. But this time she could sense it was going to be more intense and demanding than he’d been even in her most fevered fantasies. She liked that very much… but it scared her a little, too.
“That’s right, just lay over my legs. I’ve got you.” His hand closed around her upper arm, drawing her over his lap, until she lay quivering, embarrassed, and a little frightened over his thighs. “Now just be still, sweetie.”
As she laid there over his lap, she couldn’t help but imagine what he saw—and wonder if he liked it. It was absurd, she knew, to worry about such things. After all, he’d asked her to do this. Well, told her. But she couldn’t help it, even then when she was prostrate, about to have her ass scorched by his big, hard hand, she still wanted to please him, needed to be arousing to him.
She’d never felt this way with any other man, at least not to this extent.
Yes, she always wanted to be attractive, to be found desirable by the men she got involved with, but it was more superficial, more of that almost ego stroke for her. A reinforcement of her value to herself than it was any real concern that the man she was with should find her desirable. She wondered why that was, how it was that it was so different, here with this man.
With Max.
His big, surprisingly warm palm caressed her bottom, and she shivered with it, both with dread and an illicit, confusing anticipation, a deep need within her to see what he was capable of, what he was prepared to put her through. In a way, it was a contest of wills—and it was a contest she didn’t want to win.
“Are you ready, Kelsey?”
She tried to keep her voice steady as she said the words. “I… I think so, sir.”
His hand squeezed one of her ass cheeks firmly, drawing a long breath from her. And she tried to suppress the moan that wanted to slip from her lips. She didn’t want Max to know how good it felt to have his hands on her like that. To be manhandled, fondled, to have him take his selfish pleasure with touching her in any way he wanted.
