Chapter Fifteen
Admonished
Eli
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S WEEPING MY HAND OVER her bare skin, my every sense was focused on Erin. Without her leggings, only the back of her tiny blue thong was visible above her cheeks, her creamy flesh teasing my already desperate cock. I knew the hot, wet places the fabric hid between those pert orbs, and I couldn’t wait to explore them again.
Fuck.
My throat dried as my free hand shifted to the middle of her back. I’d allowed her other hand to fall loose by her face, but I’d keep one palm available to hold her in position. Swats without her clothing would be harder for her to endure, and I expected her to make a fuss. Perhaps, if she was foolish enough, she’d even try to get up without my say so, though she wouldn’t appreciate the consequences if she did.
“Ten strikes, little girl.”
A slight rosy hue lit the underside of her seat from the prior spanks, but there was no other evidence of her plight.
That was about to change.
“Oh, God.”
Her cheeks tensed beneath my palm, but if she thought preparedness was her ally, she had another think coming. There would only be ten swats to enjoy, and I intended to make them count.
“You can thank me for each one.” Massaging her right cheek, my grin grew at the sound of her breathy whimpers.
“Why are you doing this?” She pushed the question through gritted teeth.
“You know why,” I chided. “And if I need to remind you once more how to address me, then I’m adding strikes.”
“But, please!” She obviously had no idea how her despair tightened the knot of my arousal. If she had, I’d wager she wouldn’t have put on such a mesmerizing display. “I-I don’t understand, sir.”
Despite her sexy performance, I’d heard enough.
It was time to act.
“Yes, you do.” Raising my hand, I tipped my right leg a fraction higher, forcing her hips further into the air, and took aim. My satisfaction swelled when my palm connected with her flesh.
“Fuck!” Her hips danced over me. “That really stings, sir.”
She’d used the correct address, but I didn’t love her language.
Patience , I admonished myself. This is all new for her.
“No more profanity,” I warned, rubbing the flesh I’d just swatted. I wanted to worship her, but she needed to toe the line.
Even from the limited time we’d spent together, I could tell how much Erin needed correction. She seemed permanently tense and poised to fight, whether it be her friend, her friend’s ridiculous boyfriend, or me.
She’d benefit from my discipline. She just didn’t know it yet.
“Now, thank me,” I commanded.
She pulled in a breath, and I sensed how much effort it was for her not to tell me to go and fuck myself.
“Thank you, sir.” She released the air slowly, as though the speed of her breathing had any influence over my palm or what came next.
Christ, she was beautiful, especially when she finally relented.
The fire burning inside of Erin was one of her most appealing traits, but her sassy display in the doorway had convinced me what she needed most was someone to take control and shoulder the worries she was being forced to carry.
Someone like me.
I was the guy who would help her with that. A lone wolf who’d been living outside of societal norms for so long, I barely cared to recall them. I was easily big and strong enough to handle both our concerns. All she needed to do was learn to cede.
“Two.” I numbered the spank as it landed, the crack of our flesh colliding echoing around the wooden structure.
Watching the satisfying ripples spread over her ass, my gaze rose to the hearth. I should have got the fire going before I dealt with her behavior, but Erin had left me with no choice. If she wouldn’t listen to reason and insisted on shouting insults, then I had to act.
As it turned out, there were flames rising every time my palm landed on her unprotected backside, they just weren’t growing in the fireplace. I had little doubt they would go some way to warming us both, though.
“Thank me, little girl.”
She pushed out the words slowly.
“Three.” Intentionally swatting her between her legs again, I studied her responses carefully.
She hissed at the impact, her ass rising to meet my hand before it settled back in place. That time, she answered me before I could prompt her, her obedience meriting the caresses I offered her lower back.
“Very good,” I praised. “Only seven left. Open your legs wider.”
She peered over her shoulder at the instruction, her cheeks flushed and her eyes questioning, though the queries never reached her lips.
“Yes, you heard me correctly.” My tone was clipped, feigning a disapproval I didn’t feel. “ Open them.”
She shuffled her ankles wider, her breathing speeding up as she accepted what the deed meant. With her hips elevated and her legs apart, only a thin layer of material separated my fingers from the tantalizing place I wanted to explore.
“You’re beautiful...” I could hardly believe how wonderful she was.
Night after night on my own had persuaded me there was no future that involved tanning the ass of a gorgeous woman. My good fortune still seemed astonishing.
The dynamic between us had shifted since I’d committed to taking charge, and there in the flourishing daylight, I was able to witness all the tiny details previously concealed by the shadows—the color of her skin and how good her thong looked disappearing between her buttocks. She was scintillating.
“Do you know why I want these gorgeous legs apart?” I patted her pink cheeks, glancing at what I could see of her face. Hanging over me with her dark tresses scraping the floor, she clearly did know why, but I wanted to see what she was willing to admit.
“No, sir. I...”
Her sentence dried up as my hand shoved her panties aside and dipped between her cheeks. Then and there I resolved to take what I wanted. She might not have been prepared to say, but I sensed what she wanted.
Stretching her cheeks apart with my free hand, my thumb skimmed over her tight little rectum, and I relished the frantic gasp that rushed from her lips.
“Sir!” Thighs stiffening, she tried to force the top of her legs together, but one hard wallop demanded she reconsider.
“I’m not hurting you,” I reminded her, sliding one, and then two digits down until they brushed over her sex.
Trapped inside its fabric prison, my cock screamed for gratification. I’d played the gentleman for too long, pandering to all her needs without much thought for my own, but hauling her over my lap had changed all that.
The gutsy little girl who’d stood her ground with James and Miles was finally where she needed to be—being held to account for her unruly behavior.
“Tell me why, Erin.” My order hung in the air between us.
“To have access to me... sir.” She croaked the answer, barely avoiding additional punishment with her needless delay.
“That’s right.” I traced a line along her wet pussy lips, thrilled at the evidence of her growing arousal. “You want me to have access, don’t you?”
Just like she’d wanted to sprawl in my arms and fuck my fingers as we tangled in the sheets. Nothing was happening that she didn’t already crave.
“Oh, God...” Her reply was little more than a strangled sob, her reticence thrilling me almost as much as the hot little pussy I was toying with.
“Tell me the truth,” I cautioned. “Tell me the truth and I’ll give you pleasure before I finish spanking you.”
Her hips rose, giving me their answer before she responded. “Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir, what ?” Reaching around her, one fingertip nudged her clit, circling the bud until she mewled.
“Yes, I want you to have access to me!” Desperation strained in her voice.
“Mmmm, I know you do.”
I slipped the other digit inside her, willing self-control as I slowly fucked her with it. All the while, my thumb pressed at her dark hole, applying just enough pressure to remind her who owned it. I had no idea if she’d ever been fucked in the ass before, but I’d already made up my mind—I was going to screw her delightful derriere before she left the cabin.
“Eli!” Her voice was caught somewhere between alarm and rapture. It was a sound I’d have been happy to hear for the rest of time.
“Wrong answer.” My free hand crashed down on the top of her cheeks as all three digits on the other hand continued to stimulate her. Writhing between my palms and my thighs, she squealed as though she might never survive the sensory overload. “You know how to refer to me.”
“Sir!” She practically choked out the word, her hips rocking rhythmically to welcome my fingers. “Please!”
“Oh, you like that?”
Who was I kidding? Of course she fucking did.
The whimpering and writhing mess of a woman draped over me might have complained about her predicament, but it was obvious that if she’d ever been hornier, she couldn’t remember when.
“Oh, God, yes!” Her hips rolled back to receive more of my fingers. “Yes, please.”
Sniggering at her display, I reveled in the feel of her. The sensation of her delicious arousal sliding around my digits coupled with the sight of her punished flesh. She still had a number of strikes coming to her, but not until I’d taken her right to the very edge of heaven.
Heeding her cue for more, I pushed my thumb deeper into her ass, my erection rock hard as she groaned at the intrusion.
“This ass is begging to be filled.” My thumb stroked the same cadence as my fingers. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.” There was no hesitation from her that time, only the frantic sounds of a woman perilously close to the precipice.
Smiling at how quickly she’d morphed from complaint to capitulation, I pulled in a breath. Erin was a delight.
“Tell me,” I ordered. “Tell me you need me to fill your ass, little girl.”
“Yes.” Her head rose as far as her weary muscles would allow. “Yes, sir. Please fill my ass.”
Grinning at her inevitable surrender, I pumped my fingers faster, allowing her a little more of what she wanted before I called time on the proceedings. It was pleasing to know my little girl was enjoying my attention so much, but that didn’t change anything about why she was there, stretched over me with her leggings around her thighs.
I’d offered her pleasure, but not fulfilment. She needed to be punished for the way she’d spoken to me, and there was no way she was coming again until after I was satiated.
“Sir!” Her throaty gasps reminded me of the way she’d sounded in bed. “Yes!”
Withdrawing my hand in one smooth motion, I brought it crashing back down over her exposed bottom, leaving her wanting.
“Number four.” The impact reddened her defenseless backside. It was absolutely sublime. “You know what to do.”
“Wh-what the...?” She spun around as best she could, gawping at the abrupt change of pace. “I was so close, and you said I could have pleasure!”
“And you did.” My smile was no doubt knowing. “I recall what it’s like—to be desperate for release and yet ultimately be denied...” Pausing, I let that thought sink in. “Now, either thank me or we go to fifteen.”
“Okay, okay!” Slumping over me, she heaved in a frustrated sigh. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome, little girl.” I just finished the sentence before swat five landed. The resulting resonance was one of the most magnificent melodies I’ve ever heard. “You’re going to get everything that’s coming to you.”