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“I don’t need to be punished.”
“Don’t you?” He moves up, nipping at my bottom lip. “You’ve been bad.”
Fuck. Me.
I can’t think anymore. I think my mouth is gaping open like a fish—very attractive. His hand finally finds my waist, and he presses himself into me. His very hard, erect self. I shiver. I keep my hold as my eyes close.
“Do whatever you want with me,” I say breathily. “I deserve it.”
But I’m hoping this is a sexy type of punishment and not thelock me in a chair in the basementtype.
Before I can move, Connor is walking backward until the backs of his legs are touching the bed, and then he sits, pulling me down over his bent legs. My ass is in the air, and I’m gripping his calf as I try to rise up and look at him.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Whatever I want,” comes his reply before his open palm connects with my asscheek.
I yelp and try to stand back up.
“I meant something sexy,” I protest.
“This is sexy,” he says, slapping my ass again. “Now, take your punishment like a good girl. In fact, let’s get these down.”
He grabs the waistband of my pants and panties and pulls, working them over my butt and onto my thighs. He swipes a finger through my slit as he draws his hand back up, and I let out a sigh.
That’s more like it.
“It looks like you are enjoying this more than you let on,” he says, rubbing a circle on what I’m sure is red flesh.
I squirm.
“Be still.”
I tense up, and he rubs again.
“Relax.”
“I can’t,” I say, and he chuckles.
He slides one finger back between my legs and works it inside me, twisting slightly to bring his other hand up to spank me again. At the same time, he’s rubbing that spot right inside me, the one that drives me wild, and I must admit that I like this spanking a lot more.
I moan, long and low. He does it again. I’m so close, so embarrassingly fast. I clench, trying to drag it out.
Don’t come. Don’t come,I chant in my head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right, but, damn, the way my body is reacting to this, we might need to work it into a regular rotation of sexy times.
Another smack, and my cheek is smarting, and the pressure in my pussy is building, wanting to crest, to explode in pleasure. His finger is still pulling the orgasm from me, and I can stand it no longer. I fall apart, crying out at the same time he spanks me one last time. All of it together has me clenching around his finger so hard that I see stars and then fall limply back down, my hands brushing the floor, my body sagging.
“Get on your knees,” Connor says, and my eyes flutter open.
Why is he talking to me right now? Can’t he see that I’m blissfully unaware of everything?
“What?”
“You heard me,” he says.
I slide off his lap, catching myself on the floor. My pants are still around my thighs, and I try to tug them back up.
“Leave them.”
