Chapter 27 Make Me
MAKE ME
KATIE
My body went still, my breath hitching in my throat.
I had never experienced such a thing before. I had read plenty about spanking and BDSM in steamy romance books, but to have Dylan—out of all the people—take me over his lap and spank my ass made arousal pool between my thighs.
It was thrilling.
I bit my lip to prevent eliciting a moan when his hand slid down my ass, cupping me over the sheer thong that did nothing to hide my desire. His fingers were long and perfect, and I resisted the urge to arch into his touch.
“Fuck. You’re so wet, Katie.” Dylan groaned, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Just from a few little spanks? God, you’re filthier than I ever imagined.”
“Shut up,” I whispered, embarrassed by the way I sounded.
The truth was, I wanted him to keep going.
Thankfully, Dylan read my mind and challenged, “Make me.” Another smack landed on my ass.
My body trembled, heat blooming in my core as his palm pressed hard against my bare skin. I bit my lip, both from embarrassment and the undeniable pleasure coursing through me.
Before I could gather the courage to ask him to touch me, I felt his fingers slide beneath the thin lace of my sheer thong. But he didn’t stop, he pushed the soaked panties to the side and let his fingers get slick with my juices.
I gasped, my legs trembling, my body arching against his touch.
“Fuck, I love your pussy,” Dylan whispered, his voice low and husky in my ear. “That’s it.”
His fingers pushed inside me, two of them curling in exactly the right way, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I didn’t want to. It was embarrassing since we were in a private trial room, but I didn’t care anymore.
I moaned, my nails instinctively digging into his thigh as I tried to muffle the noise against my arm.
The pace he set—from long, deep strokes to teasingly slow movement—made me feel heady with lust. Another sharp smack of his palm on my ass made my body writhe.
I choked out a small, “P-please.”
Both pain and pleasure made my sex clench around his thick fingers.
“Look at you, darling,” Dylan teased, his voice soft but mocking me, laced with lust. “Squirming on my lap, your tight cunt soaking my hand and begging for more every time I spank your pretty ass.”
I whimpered, my breath catching. “I-I’m not beggin—ahh!”
A broken moan tore out of me when his fingers curled deeper, pressing against the spot that made me blind with pleasure.
“You are,” he crooned. “You look so fucking lovely when you’re desperate like this, Katie. Admit it.”
He spanked me again. Harder than before. “Admit that you love this. You love me spanking your pretty ass while I finger fuck you like I own you.”
I was close. His filthy words and his touch made my whole body tense. The heat pooled faster and faster as I came so close to tipping over.
His spanking didn’t stop, and I could feel the faint sting bloom red against my skin. I wondered how I looked. In scandalous lingerie, bent over Dylan’s lap on a couch and desperately close to orgasm.
With his fingers curling, the firm pressure against my sensitive area made me gush. An orgasm tore through me as I cried out, my voice strangling and whimpering as my body trembled on his lap.
My thighs clamped around his wrist, holding him close. My walls clenched around his fingers when he kept his strokes slow but almost-punishing, as if he wanted every drop of my orgasm to soak him.
He stopped only when I collapsed. Panting and shuddering with the aftershocks.
“Fuck,” I panted, my voice raw and hoarse. “Fuck, Dylan.”
I didn’t even care that I was cursing. But he didn’t mock me and instead just stroked my back gently, letting me catch my breath.
For a moment, the air between us was heavy and thick with tension.
I turned my head to glance at him and swallowed. His green eyes were dark as he licked his fingers that were glistening with my juices. My lips parted at seeing him lick them clean. He found me staring, and his lips curved into that mocking grin I couldn’t help but hate.
He straightened me on his lap, my ruined thong pressing right against his boner.
I bit my lip at the feel of his thick member through his pants.
How easy would it be to remove his pants and demand him to fuck me.
But a small part of me—that wasn’t hazy with lust—wanted to savor the first time I had sex.
And a private trial room of a lingerie shop wasn’t the place.
Cupping his jaw, I said, “At least you didn’t ruin your pants this time.”
He chuckled, the sound soft and deep. My pulse quickened hearing it, and I had the strangest urge to shut him up. I hated that I liked it and wanted to hear it more.
“Oh, don’t worry, darling,” Dylan said, voice dripping with arrogance, his hands tightening on my waist. “That’s only because I plan on ruining them later. Preferably while you’re sitting on my cock.”
My eyes widened, my cheeks burned, and I couldn’t help but squirm.
“You’re so filthy,” I said, trying to get up, but he pulled me back on his lap.
My breath hitched, and a small whimper escaped my throat when the fabric of his pants rubbed against my clit.
His eyes gleamed, but I shook my head, my hands on his chest. “No.”
“But, Katie—”
“No, Dylan.”
“Darling, please?” He pouted, his hands lowered to squeeze my ass that still singed with his spanking, making me squirm even more. “I’ll be good.”
“You? Good?” I scoffed, wanting to get up and get away from the horny man, but he was made of muscle and sin. I couldn’t even budge when he held me like that.
Dylan nodded. “I’ll even use my mouth so you’ll cum even quicker.”
I slapped my hand on his mouth, his pupils dilating. “No.”
When he didn’t try to lick my hand, I finally pulled away and pursed my lips at the feeling of him pulsing underneath me. “How are you going to take care of this?” I asked, trying to sound stern.
I was worried about giving him a case of blue balls and even more embarrassed about him not going down when we leave. But by then, I knew that the employees knew what was going on in the trial room.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them, making me sigh. I didn’t want to admit it, but it felt nice when he kept touching me everywhere. “Clench my thighs and think about the ending of Marley and Me.”
“That’s sad.”
“Well, I need to get him down since you are too mean and stern to let me fuck your pretty tits,” he pouted, squeezing them again.
I swallowed and didn’t reply.
His eyes averted from my chest to my face when silence stretched over us until he broke it first with a whisper, “Fuck yes. “
“Let me change into something—”
“No,” he said, blinking around the room and finding what he wanted. “Since I’m already buying all these, why don’t you try this on?”
I didn’t even look at the bra he was pointing at and asked, “With a bra on?”
“Please?” He bit his lip, a pink hue on his cheeks. “It’ll be a dream come true.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
I can’t believe I was agreeing to let him fuck my tits.
How did that even work?
Well, I was about to find out anyway.