Chapter 19 #2
She freezes at first, shocked I suppose at the intensity I start with, but when I break into the second dozen swats, the wiggles begin. She twists and bucks, but there’s no stopping what’s coming for her.
My cock hardens, and the more she whines and squirms, the harder I get.
“Oh god! Kaz! It hurts so bad!” She throws an arm behind her, trying to block the blows. But she isn’t the first naughty girl over my lap, and I know how to prevent that—though she will definitely be the last.
I meant what I said. I’m no fucking cheater.
As she continues to twist and kick, her right leg slides off my lap, spreading her thighs and exposing her pussy. Her soaked pussy.
Another half dozen smacks and her cries turn into whimpers, and another three to the lower half of her ass has her breathing heavy with a soft whine.
“Your ass is so sexy like this…you’re fucking gorgeous this way, spread over my knee, ass bright red, your pussy wet and weeping. My cock’s never been harder.” I trail my fingertips over the reddest spot of her asscheek, absorbing her hiss of discomfort.
Using my free hand, I sink it into her hair, just below the elastic band bundling her hair together and fist at her scalp. She whimpers again, but it’s not from pain. It’s desire—urgent need.
I pull her head back while I run my fingertips through her wet folds and find her swollen clit. Another hiss, this one accompanied by a tremor that runs from her neck all the way down to her pussy.
“Do that again, but this time with my fingers inside you.” I thrust two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. Curling them just slightly, she moans. Another shiver runs through her.
“Such a good girl now that you’ve had your spanking.” I pump my fingers in and out of her, twisting my hand in her hair a little more until she’s moaning.
“Please.” She whimpers. “Kaz, oh, god, Please.”
Pushing her toes into the carpet, she tries to find enough purchase to push her hips upward, to take my fingers deeper.
“No, sweetheart. You haven’t earned it yet.” I remove my fingers from her body, licking the juices from them with a moan of my own. “Fuck, you taste so sweet.”
“Kaz. I’m sorry. Really, I am.” She arches her back, presenting her ass for more attention.
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” I pat the dark red splotch on her left asscheek. “You did good, taking your punishment. You’ll do what you’re told from now on, right?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her answer is immediate.
I smile.
“We’ll see. Up and over the bed.” I release her hair, freeing her from my control.
“What?” She blinks as she maneuvers herself onto her feet. Her face is blotchy from all her wiggling. There’s a single dry track from a tear that must have fallen.
“Bend over the bed, ass high in the air.” I hop off the bed and reach for my belt. Her eyes jump to my hands working the buckle open, and her eyes go wide.
There’s no excitement this time, only something I haven’t seen in her before. Fear.
Well, that won’t fucking do at all.
“I’m going to fuck you, Sienna. I have to take my belt off to do that. I’m not going to use my belt on you,” I assure her as I unzip my slacks and shove them off with my boxers.
“Oh.” She swallows hard, making her throat constrict with the action.
“Over the bed, sweetheart. If I have to tell you again, I won’t let you come. And I’ll take your vibrators from you, too.”
She blanches, which makes me laugh.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know what that box you marked ‘Private, don’t touch’ had in it?”
“You looked,” she accuses.
“Of course I did. Now over the side of the bed, or I take them all.” I gesture with my finger that she should turn around and do as she’s told.
With the sexiest glare I’ve ever seen in my life, she finally obeys, and I make quick work of ripping off my shirt and tossing it to the floor.
I run my hands over her ass, her thighs, dragging my nails over the sensitive spots. She’s deliciously reactive, moving up to her tiptoes with her little sounds of protest.
“Such a good girl now.”
She looks over her shoulder at me, a playful smile on her lips. “Don’t good girls get rewarded?”
I laugh. “They do.”
I pull her asscheeks apart, pressing the head of my cock to her entrance. “You’ll come when I say, not until then.”
“Yes, sir.” She breathes heavy. I can tell she’s fighting the urge to push back at me, to take what hasn’t been given yet.
But being my good girl, she waits.
Ignoring the frustration of my own needs, I slowly push into her pussy. My jaw squeezes as I watch her pussy suck up my cock. It’s the most beautiful sight in the world.
“Fuck, yes.” She whispers, throwing her head back.
“You like that, sweetheart?”
“Yes, sir!” Her body clenches around me, and I almost embarrass myself by unloading.
“Don’t do that. God…fuck.” I grab her hips and plow straight into her.
She arches her back more, tightening her body around me. The heat of her spanked ass warms my thighs as I plow into her, over and over again.
I’ve lost all sense. All I can think of is getting inside of her.
“I need to come. Please, I can’t wait. Oh, God.” She’s begging, and it’s the sweetest sound in the world.
“You want to come?” Why the fuck am I making this so damn hard on myself?
“Yes, Sir! Please.” She twists to look at me from over her shoulder. “I’ll be so good. Such a good girl, please make me come.”
My eyes cross, and they may stay that way if she gets any more perfect.
“Come for me, Sienna. Do it now, or you won’t get to do it at all.” I slap her ass, feeling the vibrations carry into her body.
She bucks back at me, taking every inch of me, harder and faster until she’s screaming my name.
I don’t waste any more time, I dig my fingers into her hips and yank her back onto my cock again and again until I’m frozen as my own release carries me away.
My chest is tight as the fog lifts. She’s squashed against the bed, her face turned and her cheek pressed into the bedding. A sated smile is fixed on her lips.
I lean over her body and kiss her cheek.
“I’ll be right back.” I kiss her again and head to the bathroom.
When I return, she’s snuggled under the covers. Her glasses sit on top of the book she’d been reading. She’s fixed her hair, putting it neatly in a high ponytail.
The blankets on my side of the bed have been pulled down.
“You’re coming to bed, right?” she asks when I don’t move toward the spot.
My insides tighten.
“I have some things to do first. I’ll be up soon.” I grab my clothes, quickly shoving myself back into them.
I open the door and nearly trip over the person standing on the other side of it. A heaviness fills my chest.
“Sienna,” I say, still staring at the intruder.
“Yeah?” The bedding shifts as she climbs out of bed. “What is it?”
“What is Tommy doing standing outside our bedroom?”