Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I point to the couple and raise my brows.
This? Is this what you want?
Biting her lip, she nods, then to my surprise pushes herself off my knee and flops belly down over my lap, like she wants to do this before she loses her resolve.
“Is this okay?” She asks, too quickly, her nerves getting the best of her. “Am I… should I… gah, I don’t even know what to ask. But yes. Yes, I know that if I don’t like what you’re doing, to safeword.”
Gently, I place my finger to her lips to get her to stop her incessant chatter.
Shaking her head, she goes on.
“Just a few smacks,” she says. “Oh, God, do you even call it that? I’m just curious is all.”
Whack.
“Oh!”
I take her by surprise when I smack her beautiful ass hard with my palm. So she wants a spanking. I don’t need to be asked twice. I’ve wanted to punish her since she threw sass at me in the bookstore, so the tingle in my palm is immensely satisfying. I swallow hard. Jesus, I love this.
In one fluid motion, I capture her wrists and bring them to the small of her back, before I deliver a second sharp spank. She tenses when I spank her but doesn’t say anything. I glide my hand along the curve of her ass, feeling the heat straight through to my palm, until I get to the tops of her thighs, then drag my palm across her full ass again. Lifting my palm, I spank her again, harder this time, then soothe the sting with firm strokes of my palm. A slow, over-the-knee hand spanking is probably the tamest thing we could do here, and maybe that’s why this is where she wants to start. But it’s also immediately intimate, and I wonder about that.
After a pattern of spanks and caresses, I gently part her thighs with the back of my hand. She tenses but doesn’t protest when I drag my fingers between her legs. I rub the fabric at her slit, firmly, loving the way her breathing accelerates. Christ, she’s gorgeous.
I withdraw my hand and spank her again, then smooth out the pain, then I raise my hand and give her another smack before I drag my fingers to her clothed pussy again. I build a rhythm of pain and pleasure until she’s writhing on my knee, her breath coming in little, panting gasps.
I spank her for mouthing off, for shooting those beautiful eyes of hers at me with accusation. For sparring with me so rudely I won’t be able to set foot in that store again without imagining this, right now, right here, this gorgeous redhead sprawled over my lap getting her ass spanked. I spank her for being foolish enough to follow the beckon of a stranger. I could be a masked murderer for all she knows, and here she is under my control.
Smack.
I’ve heard some women can come from just a spanking, though I’ve never seen one, and as our session continues, I wonder if Cora is one of them. I can tell every slap of my palm brings her closer and closer. She’s gasping, panting, and ready to come.
I toy with the idea of bringing her to the edge then leaving her there, because I’m a controlling fucking bastard and I can teach her a lesson in ways she doesn’t expect… but I need to see her chase her climax. I need to see how beautiful she looks when I bring her to the edge of utter bliss.
When her ass is hot to the touch even through her clothes, her eyes closed, and her lips parted, I spread her thighs apart again with the back of my hand and hold her in place. Slowly, with painstaking care, I glide my fingers between her thighs again.
“I’m going to—oh, God—I can’t—”
Without use of my words, I have to encourage her with my touch. Smoothing the damp hair from her forehead, I tuck it behind her ear and run the back of my finger along her cheek, then ghost my index finger across her lips to silence her. Sighing, she slumps over my lap and bucks her hips. I smile to myself. She’ll likely regret this later.
I won’t.
I stroke harder, faster, relishing every little gasp and moan, until she keens with pleasure and loses her mind. Half-crying, gasping, she groans with exquisite beauty as she climaxes hard over my lap. “Oh, God,” she chokes, her voice rising in pitch, as I help her ride her pleasure. I stroke her to completion as she comes with abandon. In that moment, this isn’t about revenge or my own self pleasure. In that moment, I want to give her the best fucking orgasm of her life. I want her replaying her lust-filled night with a stranger in her mind over. And over. And over.