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I do as he says and wait. He doesn’t speak, but I can feel him staring at me and that alone does something to me. I don’t know why, I’ve never been one to enjoy sex. To me, it’s been a part of the job I’ve done. And during those times, I’ve always been in complete control, even when pretending. To me, I’ve always been more about pleasing myself, finding my own pleasure. It’s why I have a collection of toys galore . . . which I hope he didn’t find. That right there would be embarrassing.
“For running away from me today, I’m going to spank your ass nice and red,” Brass states calmly, his hand brushing over my rear lightly, sending tingles throughout my body and wetness slicking between my thighs. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whimper as his fingers trail between my thighs, then back up.
“Good.”
Suddenly, his hand goes away and comes back down with a heavy swat. My body jerks and a squeak leaves my lips.
Another swat comes on my other cheek, and he smooths out both. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out. I never thought being spanked would be so good. Brass repeats this several more times before pulling away. I know this because I feel his body draw away from mine, and I want nothing more than to beg him to come back.
Without a word, he flips me and adjusts me on the bed with my ass still in the air, but he places a pillow underneath me. I’m not sure why. I also don’t understand any of this or why my body feels like it was going to go up in flames just from having him spank me.
Brass pulls away again, this time coming back between my thighs, hands brushing my inner thighs. “You’ve got one hell of a beautiful ass, Cherry,” he murmurs, sending chills down my spine.
“Why do you keep calling me Cherry?” I blurt out on a pant.
“Because your hair, your attitude, and I’m willing to bet you taste just like a fuckin’ cherry.”
Well,okay then.
I’m not sure what to do with that except . . .
I don’t get to finish my thought because in the next moment, I find myself filled and my inner walls vibrating.
“Brass,” I pant, jumping from the intrusion.
“Feels good, does it?” he asks, rotating the vibrator. “Quite the collection you have in your drawer.”
“What are you doing to me?” He’s driving me crazy with all of this, and I want nothing more than for him to be inside me.
“I’m teaching you a lesson in running away from me,” he answers.
“I told you . . .”
Brass increases the vibration.“Don’t want to hear it, Cherry. You fucked up leaving the clubhouse. I get you can take care of yourself, and I’d be willing to work with you, but you’re gonna have to learn to fuckin’ listen to me.”
Listen to him? Was he serious?
“What do you mean?”
“Means you want to catch the bad guys, then you work with me and the club. You don’t go off handling shit again. You finish this job you started, and you do it with me. You get what I’m sayin’?” Brass slowly twirls the vibrator, tormenting me with the device and driving me crazy.
“Yes.” I nod, not really understanding him, but I somewhat do at the same time.
“You going to run away from me again?”
“No.” That I know I won’t do. Well, maybe.
“You gonna see where this goes with me?” he asks, his lips nipping at my inner thigh.
“I don’t know.” I really didn’t. The thought scares me.
“I’ll change your mind,” he states, pulling the vibrator from inside me.
A whimper leaves as a way of protest, but Brass doesn’t leave me for long. I feel him lining himself up with my entrance and one hand grabs my wrist pulling me backward, his other hand going around my waist, holding me in place.
“Brass,” I whimper with a panting breath.
