Chapter 8
ALEX
The poor thing wanted to come so bad, she was writhing. Like her tight little body, which was made for this kind of pleasure, wasn’t sure how it would survive the denial of it.
And the thought that she was so ready to give it to herself, to make me watch as she played with her pussy until she came in my bed, had me instantly rock hard. But that wasn’t the way this scene would play out. I had another version of events in mind.
No one was going to bring this woman to orgasm but me. And the little minx would have to earn it first.
Frankie’s slim fingers, which had been obscured a little by the fabric of my shirt, moving against her wanton flesh out of my view, now traced lazily around the edge of her panties.
Though her cheeks were pink, her lush lower lip was trapped between her teeth in an expression that said she’d been caught, but she didn’t make any attempt to hide.
My pulse pounded. Who was this teasing, bold woman, and what had she done with the innocent, frightened girl we’d won at the auction? Could one night of experiencing pleasure with us have shifted her energy so completely?
“You’re not supposed to be in here,” I told her again, my voice low and deadly. The tone I reserved for enemies to the Buteras.
It had caused many a grown man to shake in his metaphorical boots, and yet Frankie maintained eye contact as she ran a finger down the damp seam of her sex.
Straight down the middle of that little strip of fabric that concealed her from me.
Barely. I could almost smell the heady warmth of her, could convince myself I could see the moisture seeping through the thin material all the way across the room.
“You weren’t supposed to be back yet,” she said a little breathlessly. I watched her other hand, which had fallen away from her body in the shock of being caught, form a new plan. It traced idly up her rib cage until it once again cupped one full, sweet breast. I clenched my fist.
“I’m not beholden to anyone’s schedule but my own,” I said. “But you are beholden to me. My rules. My authority.”
She shifted a little on the bed, as if edging the tiniest bit further away from me.
No distance would be safe. Still, despite the uncertainty in those brown eyes, she seemed almost unable to stop touching herself. Slow strokes over her pussy, her touch growing firmer, less tentative as her body became restless from need.
The pleasure was her master just as much as I was.
But that pleasure was mine to give. Or to withhold.
“You think I’ll let you just stroke yourself to climax on my bed without permission?” I asked her, striding into the room slowly. I saw her rhythm falter, but only for a second.
If anything, she pressed further against her clit. Rushing now, like she could finish herself before I reached her. Not a chance.
I moved quickly, diving toward her on the bed so that she let out a shriek of surprise and a little fear.
Her wrist was locked in my grip before she could register it, and she let out a little whine at the sudden lack of pressure on her pussy.
I grabbed her other wrist before she could even think to move it south from her breast.
“You think you know how all this works now that you’ve finally been fucked?” I said, only an inch from her face. She was panting, and she shook her head. “Good. There’s a lot for you to learn. Like about being punished for bad behavior.”
She gasped, the tiniest sound, and I felt it in my aching balls. “P-punished?”
Oh, she was dying to know, and not just out of some intellectual curiosity. Her body wanted exactly what I was itching to give.
In seconds, I was pulling her up from the bed by her wrists.
She wobbled on her feet, and I transferred her two slim wrists into one of my hands. I moved to sit at the foot of my bed, still holding her, standing and shaking and soaking wet in front of me.
“You’re going to lay across my lap like a good girl, with that tight little ass in the air. And then you’re going to take it as Daddy spanks you until you’ve made up for what you’ve done.”
Her eyes grew wide, her full lips parting in surprise.
But I could see from the diamond-hard peaks of her nipples, the way she shifted on her feet, that she was excited by the concept.
Exactly what I wanted.
I let her wrists go, which seemed to surprise her again.
“Undress yourself,” I told her sternly. “Your ass is going to be bare when I spank it.” I was twitching at the thought of seeing my red handprints on her full cheeks.
It’d be a beautiful sight.
Even better was the sight of her following my orders.
Her hands shook a little as she undid the buttons of my shirt, and I let myself drink in the sight of those breasts, the berry-sweet nipples, how round and indulgent they looked with her standing topless before me.
A womanly body, perfectly curved, that was only made sweeter by her pure heart.
The thought was mushier than I was used to, and I told myself it was the arousal talking.
My dick was straining hard against my zipper, dying to plunge into her tight pussy or her sweet, inexperienced mouth again. That level of need could turn any man’s brain to sap.
Then it was worse, because Frankie was stripping out of the panties. They were so wet, they stuck to her plump lips as she peeled them down, and it took all my willpower not to lean in and lick up her wetness.
I’d need to taste her if she earned her right to come.
The second she freed her toes from the barely-there garment, with no more patience left in my aching body, I pulled her roughly down across my lap, letting her feel the hard ridge of my erection against her belly.
I suppressed a groan of pleasure at the weight of her against me.
God, she looked so fucking good like this.
Her back bare, her tits pressed against my outer thigh, with her full, round ass up in the air waiting for me to abuse and worship it.
I gave a light, testing sort of smack—just enough to sting and make her jump—to the very bottom of her left cheek, right at the juncture where it turned into smooth thigh.
“Remind me of your safeword, angel,” I half growled. As she breathlessly recited the stoplight, I idly massaged her bare ass, alternating between spreading the cheeks and pressing them together.
I couldn’t help myself.
It looked good enough to bite.
Maybe, if she did well through her punishment, I’d do just that. Another little reward for her good behavior.
The first hard smack to her waiting flesh clearly surprised her. She let out another adorable yelp, and the sound struck me like lightning straight to my groin.
Good.
I didn’t want her to feel that she was in control of this punishment. She needed to know that she was at my mercy, and more than that, she needed to be driven to distraction by the fact.
I wanted her pussy dripping with desire for me, for more, even as her ass started to bruise.
It was promising that she took the next hard thwack with less of a yelp, more of a moan. I watched the red bloom across her creamy skin, ran my palm in circles around it a little before I wound back for another hard, fast smack.
This time, she really did moan. And it almost sounded like, “More.”
“You’re enjoying this punishment, aren’t you?” I asked her, my tone cool and unmoved even as my hand twitched with the need to connect with her plump behind again.
Watching the firm mound bounce from the force of my blows was hypnotic.
She squirmed in my lap, and when she didn’t answer me with her words, I spanked her again, harder this time. She gasped, and I told her, “Answer me, angel.”
“Y-yes,” she started, and when another slap met her answer, she got it. “Yes, Daddy.” She moaned the word, and the sound only continued, grew more needy with the next strike of my palm.
“Mm,” I let out. “Me, too. I enjoy the sight of your round little ass all red for me.”
She practically sobbed her next moan, and I rewarded the sound with a rough massage over one of the tender places I’d been spanking.
I wanted more from her. Even as she kept taking the spanking like a champ, she could give me more for her…indiscretion.
I wouldn’t be able to get the image of her stroking her pussy on my bed out of my mind for the rest of my life.
How was I supposed to lie in this same bed alone at night and go to sleep without having to jerk myself off first like a horny teenager every time?
Ridiculous. Unforgivable.
“Tell me how it feels,” I told Frankie with another quick spank as punctuation. “If you’re gonna enjoy the punishment, you have to give me more. You need to learn your lesson.”
“My lesson?” she breathed.
“That your pleasure doesn’t belong to you anymore,” I almost growled, surprising myself with the fire of emotion in it. “Not while you’re here. Not while you’re ours.”
I paired the declaration with three more hard smacks to her ass, alternating between the cheeks.
The little menace seemed to wriggle into an even better position, sticking her sexy ass further in the air, spreading her thighs the tiniest bit so that I could see the glistening entrance to her body, could so easily slide a finger inside it and feel the way she gripped me tight with the need for more.
Her body was begging for this, for the pleasure she’d been denied before she met me.
Like it knew how perfectly suited she was to this kind of sexual bliss.
I wanted to groan and thrust up into her, to get some friction, when Frankie finally spoke. “It…it hurts. But it feels good, too.”
“You’re soaked, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped when I followed the question with two quick, sharp blows. She’d be bruised, I was sure, and the thought made me feel feral. “Yes, Daddy. I’m so, so wet. And…throbbing.” The word came out like a whine. Oh, sweet lord.
“I know it, angel,” I said. Another smack. Another, and she cried out, twitched. “You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. Smack, smack, smack. “Yes, please, Daddy, I need to come.”
She was near screaming. But not near enough.