Chapter 23 #2
Warm cum spewed into my throat and I allowed my tongue to work hard and fast. I almost managed to keep every sweet drop, only a few trickles escaping my mouth. His body continued to spasm until finally, he threw his arms over his head, offering a single, long groan.
When I finally released his cock from my mouth and sat up straight, he opened an eye at a time, showing me those dimples all over again.
Still breathless, he was finding it difficult to speak. “You are… so bad.”
“Why, yes, I am.”
“And you’re going to pay the price.”
“Who, me?” I pressed my hand against my chest while licking the remaining drops of cum from my lips. I also rolled a finger through the drops on my chin. I wouldn’t want to miss one.
“Yes, very much you. I guess it’s time you learn what happens to bad girls who don’t obey.”
Nothing with him should ever surprise me any longer yet when he somehow flipped me off his thighs while shifting his weight so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and yanking me to a standing position.
Then while I was still in some sexual haze from his cum still trickling down my throat, he managed far more quickly than I’d done to unfasten my jeans.
With the deftness of some maestro, he slipped his fingers under the waistband and the elastic of my thong, yanking them both to my hips before tossing me over his lap. At that point I was momentarily at a loss to do anything but breathe.
The position should have clued me in. But of course, I wasn’t quick to the draw.
Now my poor butt was going to face his wrath.
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Cole
“I thought you knew better than to underestimate me,” I told her. Flat out. No inflection, although I was grinning from ear to ear.
“You can’t do this!” Chelsea whined. “We’re in your parents’ house.”
“And giving me head is okay?”
“Well…”
I had one hand on the small of her back, but she was a wily one, almost able to slide off my lap.
Which prompted me to swing my leg over hers while struggling to yank my belt free.
My cock was still aching from the intense, amazing moment and if I wasn’t careful, I’d fuck her without thinking about whether anyone in the house heard us.
“Uh-huh,” I told her, finally managing to yank the strap free, although I had a feeling I’d ripped one of the canvas loops. Who cared? “That’s what I thought you’d say. You need to learn a lesson.”
“What lesson?”
I fingered the belt while thinking about how to answer her. “That I am God of all things.”
“Oh, get over yourself.”
“Okay. I will and I know the perfect way of doing that.” I’d never enjoyed spanking a woman before. Oh, sure, the occasional love taps or whatever you called them when having sex, but this was different. This was extraordinarily empowering.
When I brought the folded strap down on her bottom not once but three times, the idea was confirmed. Between the high of an orgasm and of having her body bucking across my still throbbing dick, I was in the land of euphoria. How freaking glorious.
“Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.” She was whispering her discontent, which was highly adorable.
“I’ve heard spankings are supposed to hurt.”
“I’ve heard woman are supposed to be in charge.”
My face hurt from how much I’d been grinning in the last two days. I brought the belt down across the most rounded portion of her bottom a couple of times before answering. “Then I guess one of us is wrong.”
“Oh!” Not only did she kick her legs, she pounded one hand on my leg and the other on the bed. “Horrible man.”
“That’s what people tell me.” Three more brutal cracks turned into another five. Maybe. Perhaps I’d lost count. By now, her skin was a perfect shade of rose and the heat rising between us was spectacular.
Every wiggle of her body made me a bit crazy, but I was committed to continuing the spanking.
She moaned and whimpered to convince me to stop, but I wasn’t falling for it. I did take a minute and caress her heated skin with the rough pads of my fingers. My freaking God, she was on fire.
And so was I.
So hot to the touch I was close to chucking my goal. But I didn’t, resuming the spanking by providing six cracks of the thick leather as she writhed over my lap. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes,” she hissed, but whimpered shortly after that, acting as if she was crying.
“Nice try, Rebel’s mate.” Hmmm… I liked the term. Maybe a little too much.
She smacked me again and that was the moment someone decided to interrupt us with a loud bang on the door.
We both shot our heads toward it. Maybe at one point we wouldn’t constantly be interrupted.
“Hey, dude. Are you in there? Mom sent me to hunt you down.”
Freaking Beck. “We’ll be right there.”
I allowed her to scramble off, the girl muttering under her breath the entire time, while fighting with her clothes.
“Oh, this is bad. So bad.”
Meanwhile, I rose to my feet, very relaxed in shoving my cock back into my jeans and fastening the button. I almost whistled when I slipped the belt through the loops.
“Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.” Her voice was low but slightly shrill.
“We have plenty of time.”
Chelsea backed away, spinning around to face me while offering an evil eye. “We can’t get caught.”
She was so cute with her face red, completely flustered while I was calm and collected. After taking several deep breaths and fanning her face, she closed her eyes, raked her hands through her hair, and plastered on a smile.
“Ready, sunshine?” It was nearly impossible to keep from laughing.
“Bastard.” As her hand reflexively moved to rub her bottom, I realized her jeans were bothering her freshly spanked butt. Call me sadistic, but I loved it.
When she threw open the door, I don’t think she was expecting to see my brother loitering in the hallway.
“Hi. We were enjoying his collection of weird art,” she told him.
“Well,” he countered. “He is a weirdo.”
The way she tossed both her hair and threw a quick glance of annoyance over her shoulder was one of a dozen reasons why this woman kept my fire ignited.
She walked away and I rubbed my jaw, still hungering for more. As I headed toward the open door, Beck snickered.
“Your fly is still undone.”
“Asshole.”
“Absolutely.”
Everyone was gathered downstairs, except for my father, all laughing and talking. As soon as Chelsea had walked into the living room, she was quickly brought into whatever the conversation was.
I hadn’t really given it much thought in bringing her to see my parents, although I hadn’t wanted it to be a big deal family reunion.
However, I could tell she was completely relaxed, which made me wonder what the hell was wrong with her family.
Samantha had quickly handed her a glass of wine, noticing I was standing in the doorway.
She was tickled to death things were working out.
I was too, although I wasn’t certain about what being with her would mean in the future. Especially since her father would not be happy. It was time to figure out who this dude was. Maybe I’d go talk to him myself.
That’s how much I cared about her and wanted to spend time with her. Just thinking about her kept my cock twitching. Beck’s hard push against my shoulder was just another reminder I’d been a bad boy.
Maybe he was jealous.
Another drink was needed, if only to keep myself in check until the end of the evening. After pouring a whiskey I started to return to the party when I noticed the light on in my dad’s office. Curious, I headed down the hallway, finding him staring at a group of papers.
“Knock. Knock,” I said instead of knocking on the partially open door.
While he didn’t try to hide what he was doing, he did push back from the desk. “There you are.” Even he had a clue what we’d been doing.
“I could say the same thing. What’s up?” I headed to the other side of his desk, realizing he was looking over a contract. “Is this the crap from the tech company?”