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Smack.He cracked a second slap over my left cheek, and I shrieked, looking at the partition to the driver uncertainly. I couldn’t see who they were, but theyhadto have heard that.Don’t think about that, June, I thought as my thoughts sprinted from worry to the distracting burn on my bum.Kinky girls don’t care who hears their ass slapping or whatever. Probably. Fuck, who am I kidding? I have no idea what the hell I’m doing.
Smack.“You’re behind, June. Count them.”
I reared up again, but Amos held me down, and my cheeks were onfire, tingling and burning in a horribly unpleasant way. “Fuck,” I hissed. “Two, three. Wait, Amos, does it always hurt like that or are you just super piss—”
Smack.
“Ow!” I growled, gritting my teeth and gripping the seat. “Brady.”
“I’m going to start adding slaps if you can’t follow directions,” Amos warned.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. My butt stung so badly, I thought it was probably redder than the maple leaves passing by outside our car window. I pressed my head into my hands. “Four.”
Amos rubbed my ass, and it felt good and chaffed my sore skin at the same time. Somehow, I’d imagined all those spankings I’d read about or watched online as vaguely satisfying? But Amos didn’t seem interested in satisfying me at the moment. He seemed like he was doing exactly what I’d asked him to do. He was punishing me.
Smack.
I groaned, wiggling my ass and contemplating shouting “green apple.” Instead, I gusted out, “Five.”
Amos rubbed the singed globes of my bottom again, this time dipping his fingers between my cheeks and finding my sensitive, aching pussy. To my shock, his fingers found slick heat, and he rubbed up and down the length of my wet slit. He made a sound low in his throat. “Fuck, June.”
My body was responding to this insanity? A cocky smile tugged at my lips.I knew it. I knew I was Brady’s kind of cupcake.
Smack.
My smile melted and I let out a shriek. “Ow! Brady you fucking—”
Smack. Smack.“I’ll do you a favor and count you to eight,” Amos interrupted, his voice rough. He caressed my flesh again, dipping back down into my pussy and slipping two fingers inside of me.
I huffed, going limp over his legs. “Jesus,” I gritted out. My cheeks burned and my core ached for more of his touch as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of my wet pussy. The tingling pain on my cheeks was spreading in warmth, and like a heating pad, it seemed to reach all my most sensitive places and heightened my arousal. Goddamn, I could see the appeal, actually.
He kept moving, sawing his fingers in and out until a blush suffused my cheeks and my breath caught in my lungs. His thumb found my clit, and I knew I was a goner. Amos knew my body by now. He knew the perfect way to press and hook his fingers to get me worked into a frenzy in seconds.
I moaned, rolling my forehead against the leather seat as he pushed me straight to an orgasm. Relentlessly, he worked me until my legs shook, and with a shuddering cry, I tensed before sweet release broke through me and my orgasm clenched around his fingers. Breathing hard, I went limp on his lap. Fucking hell.
Amos removed his fingers, trailing the moisture along my burning ass, and then he lifted me so I sat up and straddled him. His hands burned through the fabric of my dress at my hips, and I pressed down against his erection, leaning down and framing his face with my hands. “Okay, that was a little hot,” I admitted.
“Hm,” was all he said, his gaze going from my eyes to my mouth.
I grazed my lips against his. “Is this the part where you fuck me senseless?”
His teeth flashed as he grinned. “No.”
I pouted, pulling back to hook him with a glare. “What do you mean, ‘no?’”
The car stopped just outside our apartment building, and Amos kissed me on the lips softly. “Eight is your number. Get out, June.”
I gaped.What?
Amos set me aside, slid out of the car, and held out a hand for me. Frowning in confusion again, I adjusted my dress, grabbed my coat, and we dashed through the rain to the apartment lobby. As we rode the elevator up, Amos gave me occasional glances full of dark, silent promises. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, my butt rubbing uncomfortably against the fabric of my dress. I needed ice or something, damn.
When we got to the apartment, Amos unlocked the door, and then he scarcely had it open before he hooked his finger under the collar portion of my bralette and tugged me inside, slammed me against the closing door, and slanted a hungry kiss over my lips.
I sighed into him, clutching his button-down for support while I melted under his kiss. Amos dipped his tongue into my mouth, flicking it along the back of my teeth while I pushed myself onto my tiptoes and devoured him with desperation.
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and I wondered if he’d lost his composure when he hadn’t meant to. His lashes flicked down and then back up. “Okay. Bedroom.”
“Yay,” I grinned.
