Chapter 26 Cantaloupe
CANTALOUPE
DYLAN
Katie’s voice was barely a whisper when she told me to open my eyes.
I was an impatient man, but knowing she was standing a few feet away from me, nervous and sexy in her lingerie, made me snap my eyes open, pulling away my hand from my face as soon as she allowed me.
And I nearly forgot how to breathe.
Katie stood in the soft pink glow of the trial room, her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the floor instead of me. But nothing—not her flushed cheeks or the tremble in her body—could distract me from what she was wearing.
It was white lace with intricate design but holy hell—it was deliciously erotic.
She looked fucking edible. A virginal angel, if such a being exists.
Her bra was floral, and my mouth watered at the sight of the dusky peaks pressed against it. Stockings clung to her thighs, the straps of the garter belt hugging her hips in small, little bows, and the sheer thong…
Fucking hell.
That thong barely counted as a piece of clothing. The delicate lace teased me, making my hands itch. I wanted to kneel in front of her, move that thong to the side and get a taste of heaven.
Every inch of her was perfection. Including the beautiful face and dark hazel eyes that were wide, staring at my crotch.
My cock throbbed against my zipper, straining hard enough to hurt.
“Well?” she asked, raising her chin and pretending to be confident, even when her voice trembled.
I was a tease because I let the silence stretch between us. I savored every second of watching her squirm and painting all kinds of images where she would writhe beneath me. Finally, I flashed her a wolfish grin, leaning back on the plush couch and spreading my thighs.
“Welllll,” I said, drawing out the word. “The council, which includes me and my cock, has decided that you should never wear clothes again.”
“Dylan.” Her eyes narrowed even though her lips quirked.
“What?” I gestured lazily toward her sexy body. “That lingerie isn’t meant for covering. It’s meant for torture. Mine, specifically. You… standing there, looking like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had. No, even better than that…”
My gaze raked slowly from her toes to her blushing face. “It’s cruel, Katie. Cruel and unusual punishment that I, unfortunately, very much like. Maybe I am a masochist.”
Her lips parted as she shook her head. “You are impossible.”
“And you’re sexy as hell,” I replied. My gaze softened as I leaned closer, barely containing myself from pouncing on her like a starved animal. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now? I mean, you always look beautiful, but this is… wow. Maybe I have ascended to heaven.”
I couldn’t shut up as color crept up her slender neck.
She ran a hand through her hair and said, “You’re acting like this is for you. It’s not.”
I tilted my head, smirking. “No? Then who’s it for?
Justin?” I said his name as if he was a bug I squashed under my boot.
“Tell me, darling. Do you think he deserves to see you like this? In this lingerie that I’ll buy for you so he could unwrap you like a fucking present and touch what’s mine, hm? ”
“I’m not yours,” she snapped, but her voice cracked.
“Keep saying that, darling.” I laughed, though there was nothing humorous about it. “Maybe one day you’ll convince yourself.”
Just the thought of him or any man seeing her like this made my stomach tense.
Katie scoffed and turned as if to retreat to the curtain, but I was on my feet before she could take a step.
“I’m not done yet,” I said, my voice low and smoky. “I think it’s time for another lesson, no?” My hand wrapped around her wrist, gentle but firm, pulling her back toward me.
“W-what? Here? I don’t—”
She stumbled, but I caught her, guiding her until she stood between my spread thighs.
“Yes,” I said, letting my eyes rake over her again. “Have you ever gotten spanked, Katie?” I knew the answer, but I was feeling mean, jealous and possessive.
Her eyes widened as she slowly shook her head.
I squeezed her hand and swallowed. “Can I spank you?” When she didn’t answer, biting her lip, I added, “We will use a safe word if you want to stop. I… I don’t want to hurt you—just have some fun and I won’t—”
“Yes, Dylan,” she said with a shy smile, squeezing my hand back, and my worries vanished. “Cantaloupe.”
“Oh,” I frowned, looking around. “Um, I don’t think they serve that here, but I can get it for you.”
I was about to stand up when she chuckled, pushing me down on the couch. Jesus fucking Christ. I was going to die. The sound of her soft laugh echoed in my brain, making my boner bulge and heart pound. She should have warned me before laughing like that.
“I meant the safe word, silly,” she said. “Cantaloupe.”
“Oh, of course,” I said dumbly, getting distracted by her smile.
Which was a first since her barely covered perfect tits were right in front of me. And yet, I couldn’t stop staring at her eyes and pretty smile.
But before the fun spanking, I had to confirm something.
“Katie,” I said, keeping my voice serious. “You asked me if my feelings for you were wrong because you might have groomed me and… it has been messing with my head since then.”
Her smile disappeared, and she tried to move away, but I tightened my hold on her hands and continued, “You never led me on. Or groomed me, Katie. You were only ever there when Amanda was around, and most of our tutoring sessions took place in the living room with my mom watching The Walking Dead with us.”
She chewed her lip, and I didn’t like the worried expression on her face. “I… I feel bad that I might have done something—”
“Nothing,” I cut her off. “You did nothing but be yourself.”
Katie blinked, her voice barely audible when she said, “But you could have liked anyone. Why me?”
Because I’m pathetic for you. I have been in awe ever since you beat up my bullies.
When you cried softly in my room when your high school boyfriend made out with some girl during a prom party hosted by my sister.
When you let me hug you before you left the town to be with your pregnant sister and take care of her.
“Why not you?” I asked her. “Who in the right mind wouldn’t fall for Katie fucking Martinez?”
I kissed her knuckles. “If I keep listing all the reasons I like you, then I’m afraid we’d be here all night.”
“Wait…” she looked breathless with her flushed face. “I… I’m leading you on right now by agreeing to all of… this.”
My jaw clenched. “No, you’re not. I’m an adult, Katie.”
“But I—”
Before she could say anything else, I tugged her down until she was draped over my lap, her soft stomach pressed against my thigh with her delectable ass perfectly positioned under my hand.
“Dylan!” she cried out, wriggling, her hair falling in a messy curtain around her flushed face.
“Relax, darling. You’re in good hands,” I said, chuckling and savoring how easily she fit on my lap. How natural it felt to have her bent across my knees. My palm smoothed over the curve of her ass, gliding over the thin lace. Even through the sheer fabric, I could feel her heat.
“You are adorable, Katie,” I said, tracing the line of the garter strap against her thigh. I wanted to remove it with my teeth after I bit her soft, plush skin. “Almost makes me feel bad about what I’m about to do.”
Her head snapped over her shoulder, eyes wide.
“What are you about to—”
The sharp smack of my hand meeting her ass cut her off.
She gasped, her whole body jerking against me. My palm stung lightly, and it itched for more when a red bloom spread across her skin.
I never thought I’d be into this, but I was wrong.
Katie Martinez was my kink. My fetish. Whatever she wanted, I would do for her. And having her draped over my lap willingly with a safe-word made me feel powerful.
And mean.
Just a little.
“Dylan!” she cried again, her tone sultry.
I grinned wickedly, caressing the spot I had just spanked.
“Oh, relax, darling. It’s just a little play,” I purred, my voice husky and deep. “Besides… you liked it.”
“M-maybe—oh!”
Another smack, but harder than before. She yelped, burying her face in her arm, her hips arching instinctively.
“Liar.” I crooned, leaning close with my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You’re dripping through the lace already.”