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“Hmm?” He rubs a hand over his jaw. “What shall I do with my naughty little slut?”
I nibble on my bottom lip as he slips off his suit jacket and rolls up his shirt sleeves. I swear if my pussy could talk she would shriek with delight at the sight of his thick, tattooed forearms and the promise of the spanking I’m about to get.
Shane sits on the sex sofa. “Take everything off except the panties,” he growls and heat blooms across my chest.
I keep my eyes glued to his as I peel my dress over my head and toss it onto the floor beside me. I take off my bra, and his gaze drops to my hard nipples for a moment before his eyes meet mine again. When I’m left in only my panties, he holds out his hand. My heart rate kicks up about two hundred gears as I curl my fingers around his and allow him to pull me onto his lap—but I’m not sitting on him. He pulls me forward until I’m lying across his huge thighs.
I breathe faster and harder as his hand glides over my ass and he kneads the soft flesh of my cheeks in his huge palm. The weight of his hand disappears, and I suck in a breath and prepare for what’s about to happen. He smacks my ass hard and I mean to play along with his little game and shriek in feigned horror, but I moan instead because Shane Ryan’s spankings are a gift from the heavens.
He spanks me again, and I bite my lip but another moan escapes anyway.
“Sounds like my naughty slut is enjoying her spanking a little too much.”
“I’m not. I promise,” I giggle.
Tension vibrates through every muscle in his body, and a deep groan rumbles in his chest as he rolls my panties down over my ass cheeks until they’re resting at the top of my thighs. The next smack is way harder and I squirm on his lap.
“Did you let those boys touch you, sweetheart?” he growls as he slips his hand between my thighs. Finding me soaking already, he sucks in a sharp breath. “Who made you all wet like this?”
“You did, Daddy,” I whimper.
He smacks my ass hard with his other hand and slides his middle and pointer fingers up through my folds. “Did you let those two boys in the kitchen touch you here?”
“Yes.”
Smack!
He pushes two thick fingers deep inside. “Did you let them put their fingers in you?”
“Yeah,” I whimper as wet heat slicks his fingers and earns me another sharp slap on my ass.
“So who made you this wet, sweetheart?”
“Only you, Daddy,” I whisper.
He slides his fingers out of me and I whine in frustration. “Only good girls get to come,” he growls before he spanks me again.
His slaps grow harder and faster until my ass is throbbing and he has to press one hand on the small of my back to keep me in place as I squirm. He could simply order me to stay still like he usually does, and I would, but I guess that doesn’t fit into this little scenario we’re playing. Pleasure and heat and anticipation burns through my body. Every time his palm connects with my ass it makes me wetter and more needy for him.
“How many times did you let those boys fuck you, sweetheart?” he asks, taking a quick break to rub a soothing hand over my inflamed skin.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” he hisses, dragging his fingernails over my sensitive flesh.
“I lost count,” I whimper. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Such a naughty fucking slut,” he groans as he starts spanking me again with one hand as he presses the tip of his finger against my asshole. “Did they fuck you here too?” He edges inside me.
“Y-yes,” I gasp as waves of pleasure roll through my core. “P-please. I’m sorry,” I cry. “I won’t do it again.”
“No more drinking with those boys in the kitchen?”Smack.
“No.”
“No more letting them touch you or fuck you?”Smack.
“No, Daddy.”
