Chapter 8 #3
“Fine,” I said, assuming we were going back to the car. It was too bad that this was how he wanted the day to end. It wasn't even lunchtime yet.
“Francesca,” Stefan said from behind me.
I turned to see his hand grab mine. “This way.” And then he started walking in the opposite direction from the parking lot.
I pointed that out. “The car's that way.”
He looked down at me with a murderous glare. “I know where the car is, Francesca. Thank you,” he said sarcastically.
Yikes.
We walked for maybe half a block until we came to a fancy-looking hotel. When he turned to open the front door—I didn't ask any questions. Maybe there was a restaurant in here. Or he had to use the restroom.
Nope.
He walked up to the front desk. Where he very clearly got us a room. The clerk handed a keycard to Stefan.
What.
The.
Heck?
He guided me to the elevator. Stefan aggressively pressed the button, and we waited until the doors slid open.
We stepped inside. After we turned around, I caught Stefan's eyes in the mirrored doors as they slowly closed.
He was not a happy camper—to say the least.
I didn't cower at his intimidation tactics.
Nope.
Instead, I stared right back.
The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out. Then we walked down to the end of the hallway. He touched the card to the lock until it clicked open.
He let go of my hand and touched my lower back. “In,” he ordered, lightly pushing until we were both inside.
The room was fancy. It actually wasn't a room at all. It was a suite. A large living room area on one end with a kitchen and bar at the other end. A set of French doors probably opened up to the bedroom.
Which I assumed was where he was taking me.
Stefan walked to the bar and made himself a drink. He tossed it back and then made another. He didn't ask me if I wanted anything. Which—I didn't.
All I wanted was to get out of here and go back home.
“What are we doing here?” I finally asked while I watched him sip his drink.
Stefan tossed the last of the amber liquid back and set the glass on the counter.
“What we're doing here, Francesca.” He began undoing the buttons on his shirt.
Holy.
Crap.
“Is teaching you the proper way to accept a gift from me.” He had his shirt fully unbuttoned.
“Because,” he walked toward the living room, “whining and complaining every time I give you something will no longer be tolerated. Do you understand?” he asked as he stopped in front of one of the couches and sat down.
“No,” I said confidently. Because I really didn't. And also, because I knew I was already in trouble, and there was obviously no way out.
“See? It's that attitude of yours, Francesca. That smart fucking mouth. That is why you get yourself into these situations.” He crooked his index finger. “Come here.”
I sighed quietly and slowly walked over to where he sat.
“Very good. See? You can listen when you want to. Now, lie across my lap.”
Okay, what did he just say?
“Now, Francesca,” he demanded, patting his leg.
“Are you serious?”
He let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, I'm fucking serious all right.” And then he grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, over his lap.
I rolled my eyes and said, “This isn't exactly comfortable.
Can't we do this somewhere else? Where I'm not hanging upside down?” My hair fell over my head, swinging in the air.
My hands had nowhere to go. Either down to the floor or beside my torso.
And my breasts were completely squished underneath me.
“This is not for your comfort, Francesca. This is to teach you some respect. Do you understand that?”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Whatever,” I said, squeezing my eyes together, waiting for his hand to make contact with my behind.
“There's that smart fuckin' mouth of yours again.”
I was surprised when my skirt was suddenly yanked up to my hips, leaving my bottom exposed to the cool air. “You're going to get seven spankings. And you will count after each one. Do you understand?”
I nodded. And braced.
“Do you understand?”
Ugh.
“Yes, Sir,” I added in the last part because I had read it in a book once. The guy was into a bunch of freaky stuff, and he wanted his victim—I mean, girlfriend—to call him sir.
I also figured maybe this would earn me a few brownie points and he wouldn't smack me too hard. The drive home wasn't short. Having a sore behind would not be fun.
He squeezed one cheek. “I like that, Francesca. I like that a lot. In fact, I'll lower it to five spankings. What do you think of that?”
I swallowed and smiled.
It worked.
“Thank you, Sir.” Something naughty stirred inside of me. Something I didn't know existed. It felt like he'd awakened something. I just wasn't too sure what it was.
“Very good. You're a fast learner. I like that.”
And then—
Smack.
I gasped at the shocking sting. “One,” I said as my heart began racing and a deep ache set up between my thighs.
“Louder,” Stefan commanded. And that was not a turnoff. Not at all.
“I'm sorry, Sir,” I said, followed by a much louder, “One!”
His hand rubbed my behind while he said an appreciative, “Good girl.”
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
I felt myself begin to drip between my legs. Already.
And all he’d done was call me a good girl.
His fingers trailed over my behind and between my legs. Once there, he moved my panties to the side and dipped his fingers in. There was no way to disguise what was happening there. He easily slipped inside me.
“I see you like this as much as I do, Francesca. I knew you would. Do you know how hard I am right now?”
I moaned as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me, “No, Sir. I don't.”
He played in my wetness for another moment before saying, “Well, you're about to find out. Soon. Would you like that, Francesca? Do you want to see how hard you've made me?”
I nodded as my head started swimming at the wonderful sensations he was creating between my legs. “Yes, Sir. I would love to see how hard I've made you.”
He pulled his fingers out of me and then—
Smack.
“Two!” I said, loud enough to please him. I hoped so at least.
“Was drawing me as a giant chicken, nice, Francesca?” he asked, rubbing my behind.
I let out a small laugh. “No, Sir.”
He squeezed my cheek with his big hand. “Then why did you do it?”
I laughed silently and then told him the truth, “Because I was ticked off. And because you're fun to tease.”
His hand stopped squeezing. “Why is it fun to tease me?”
I swallowed and shrugged. “Because it is.”
He squeezed me again. “Be more specific, Francesca.” He stated firmly.
“Because I love it when you laugh, Sir. Especially if I was the reason for it.” I smiled to myself.
“And why did you fight me when I tried to give you a gift?”
I took in a breath and let it out. “It makes me feel—weird, Sir.
Like you're paying me to be your wife or something.
And nobody ever gives me anything. I don't know how to act, I guess.
That's probably part of it.” That last bit had just kind of fallen out from nowhere.
It actually stunned me into silence. I hadn't realized that might be a reason why I was so resistant to accepting gifts from him.
All of a sudden, I was off his lap and on my knees beside him. His eyes seemed to study my face for a long while. Then he pulled something out of his pocket. “Let's try this again.” He held out the white box to me.
I took the soft white box and opened it. I inhaled in shock. There sat the largest diamond earrings I'd ever seen. “How much did these cost?”
Before I could blink, Stefan took the box out of my hand, snapped it shut, and then I was being hauled over his lap again.
And then—
Smack.
“Three!” I said, feeling the sting on that one.
And again, he moved me off his lap and onto my knees. “Try that one more time, Francesca. Really,” he emphasized that word, “try hard this time.”
He handed me the box, and I instantly felt tears form behind my eyes.
And this time, when I opened it—those tears started to fall.
“They're—” my vision clouded, and I felt myself completely dissolve.
I tried to blink away my tears. “They're beautiful, Sir,” I choked out.
No one had ever given me anything this extravagant.
I swallowed over the dry lump in my throat as I sobbed. “Thank you, Sir.”
Stefan's hands cupped my face, and his thumbs wiped away my tears. “Much better, Francesca. Much better.” He kissed me then, long and hard.
When he finally let me go, he said, “Put them in your ears.”
I bit my lip and nodded, quickly doing exactly what he said. I first took out the small earrings I already had in and then put in the new ones. I sat there and waited for what he wanted me to do next.
“They look gorgeous on you, Francesca.” He held my eyes with his. “But they pale to your beauty.”
A few more tears fell, but I was able to control them for the most part. “Thank you, Sir.”
He nodded, and then with a smexy smirk, he said, “I want you to show me how thankful you are, Francesca.” I was slightly confused by his words. I needed more of a clue than that.
I didn't have to wait long. His eyes dropped to his crotch.
Oh.
Okay.
Message sent.
Message received.
I crawled between his legs and started undoing his belt. I could feel how hard he was already. He hadn't been lying. I squeezed my thighs together in anticipation.
Next, I opened his button and unzipped his pants.
Stefan helped me pull his pants and boxer briefs down just enough until his cock sprang free.
Yeah.
The man was hard.
I licked him up and down—just like he'd asked me to do in his office.
And then I sucked him into my mouth. His male musk hitting my nostrils—and I loved it.
I loved everything about Stefan.
And now I was going to show him.
I didn't go slowly. I didn't take the time to build up his anticipation.
I just—went for it.
He'd asked me to show him how much I loved the earrings. So that was what I was going to do.
I sucked him fast, and hard. I included my hand, gliding it up and down his hard shaft at my fast pace.
“I'm going to come,” he announced, panting. His hands dove into my hair, and he pushed me down just a little further. I didn't stop, though. Or pull away.
I kept on doing exactly what I had been doing.
“Fuck,” he wheezed. His cock grew bigger in my mouth.
And then—
“You are such a good girl, Francesca. Fuck me, you are such a good girl.”
His encouragement was like gasoline on a fire. I swallowed down everything he gave me and waited for more.
A few moments later, he pulled me off his cock and said, “You really liked those earrings.” And then he laughed.
And so did I.