30. Brat
Brat
The next morning, we woke up early so we could head to Gatlinburg—another small town up from Pigeon Forge.
We walked up and down the main strip, playing arcade games, going into any small shops they had, and of course, stopping so everyone could pet Dolly.
It was some of the most fun I’d had in a long time.
There were a couple of times where people would walk into us, or cut in line, which I could tell upset her.
The entire time she was anxious, though, she did her best to hide it. If there was one thing that would be Allie’s weakness, it would be her need to control every situation. I wanted her to relax and feel in the moment and not have the beautiful brain of hers racing the entire time.
Once we got back to the cabin, we decided to change and do a quick workout, since we weren’t exactly tired.
I could tell that not even this was helping her as it normally would.
Luckily, with some quick thinking, I had just the thing to help her.
After she finished her set of tricep extensions, I reached up and took off the bar piece.
“Hey, what are you doing? I still have another set!” She stamped her foot at me and crossed her arms, pushing her chest up, distracting me. Focus here, Spencer.
“We’re going to have a little fun. You need to relax some more, sweetheart,
and I’m going to help with that. Understand?” I grabbed the two little cuffs that are usually attached to your ankles for kickbacks and hooked them to the machine.
“I’m relaxing, just—” I turned around, eyebrows raised, and gave her a
are you shitting me look. She swallowed and shuffled on her feet, mumbling how she was, in fact, relaxed and didn’t need me telling her what to do. I rolled my eyes, turned back around, and moved the pin for the weights all the way down so it wouldn’t move as easily.
“Here, take those clothes off.”
“What? Strip down here?” she whispered loudly, like someone else was in the room with us, who would pop out at any moment.
“Yeah? Otherwise, I would have said go somewhere else. Now stop stalling and strip, Allie.” I growled, her attitude starting to grate slightly on my nerves.
“You are so demanding, sometimes you know that?” She placed her hands on her hips and cocked them out to the side. Putting all her attitude into it. All that did was make my cock stir because I was going to fuck that sass right out of her.
“And you like it, don’t you? I bet if I slid my hand down those leggings, I’d find you already wet, wouldn’t I?
Now stop being a brat and strip.” Shooting her a rakish grin and not waiting for a response, I turned around and checked the cable a third time to make sure it felt secure, and I didn’t risk hurting her.
I could hear her mumbling to herself behind me, but I ignored it.
The snap of her elastic from her workout gear sounded a moment later, and then the soft thud as she threw everything into a pile.
After I was more than certain she’d be safe, I turned back around to her. God, seeing her body never got old. Every single inch and curve of her was fucking beautiful and addictive. The freckles that were splattered over every inch of her, mixed with her tattoos, were mouthwatering.
“Come here, sweetheart. Give me your hands.” I had the cable set above her head, and had two clips in the main spot so I could hook both cuffs to it.
Thankfully, this machine was new enough that it had a swivel I could easily maneuver if I needed to.
Hesitantly, she walked up and stretched her arms out to me.
I gently grabbed both wrists and tugged her to me, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Slowly securing each cuff around her wrist first, giving her time to pull away or to say no.
When she didn’t, I took one hand and lifted it above her head to hook it to the cable.
“You can stop me at any time, okay? Remember that. If you’re hurting or uncomfortable, tell me.
” She nodded her head. “Words, Allie. I want your words, not just a nod. This is a non-negotiable.” I waited to continue with her other hand until she answered me.
She rocked back and forth for a second, swallowing hard.
“I understand. Yes. I don’t want to stop, I promise, but if I do, I will tell you.”
“Good girl.” I took her other hand above her and hooked it into place.
She tried to face forward completely, but even with the swivel, it made it difficult.
She yanked on the cuffs, realization settling in that this was the most she’s been at my mercy.
“Now you’re going to listen to everything I say, and not argue back. Understand?”
“I… I understand.” Her chest was heaving, and I could see her trying to rub her thighs together to ease the ache I’m sure was already building for her. I walked up behind her and ran my fingers lightly down her side and then her thigh, and then back up again, stopping at her waist.
“Bend over for me, sweetheart.” She struggled due to the cuffs, but was able to be bent enough for what I needed. “That's a good fucking girl,” I murmured in her ear and started to move my hand from her waist to her ass in slow, gentle circles.
“Spencer, please, give me something.” She couldn't see me, but I let a wicked grin spread across my face before SMACK. Her little yelp mixed with a moan she tried to hide was music to my ears. I gently rubbed the area I spanked to ease the pain.
“You’ve spent all day being a brat, Allie.
” SMACK. “Constantly back-talking and giving me attitude over every little fucking thing. That’s not a very nice thing to do, is it?
” I rubbed the spot some more and then leaned in close to her, peppering kisses along her neck and shoulder.
She pressed back into my hand and let out a little breathy moan.
“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, Allie baby.
” I dipped my hand between her legs, and god, she was soaking wet already.
I slowly pumped a finger in and out, giving her something, like she asked, but nothing near close enough for her to finish.
She let out a frustrated whine and tried bucking against my hand. “Now, now, what did I say?”
“Please, Spencer, let me come, please. I promise I won’t be a brat anymore.” Adding a second finger, I slowly picked up my pace.
“We both know that’s a bald-faced lie, but that’s okay, because I like it when you’re a brat.
” I withdrew my fingers and landed another loud SMACK in the same spot on her ass, earning me another yelp as she cried out that turned into a moan.
Her creamy skin was cherry red with my handprint on display, and it was a sight I wanted to imprint on my mind forever.
Walking around back in front of her, I gently moved the swivel so she could lie back against the machine as much as possible. Her hazel eyes were more green than brown, and filled with lust as she watched me drop to my knees in front of her.
“Leg up, sweetheart.” She slowly lifted it, and I grabbed her ankle and laid it over my shoulder, and dived into her like I hadn’t eaten in days.
“Oh god, Spencer. Oh—” She writhed against me, constantly shouting my name and trying to grind her hips against my face since she couldn’t grab my hair like she normally did. I kept changing the pressure and movement, bringing her close, but not letting her fall over that edge.
She was begging me at this point to let her come, but not yet.
I wanted to draw this out as long as possible.
I sucked hard on her clit, adding a third finger and curling my fingers up, hitting that spot I knew she loved.
“Yes, yes, there, please don’t stop.” I stopped.
That earned me a shriek, and daggers shot my way.
Fuck she was even hotter when she was mad.
“On your knees, baby.” I reached up and grabbed the knob to adjust the cable, lowering it.
It wasn’t exactly comfortable for her, and the way her arms sat pushed her tits together, which was fine with me.
I’d have her walk around topless all the time if I could.
I pulled my shorts down and stroked myself above her face, and she licked her lips greedily.
“Open up for me, sweetheart, I’m about to fuck that sassy fucking mouth. ”
Popping her mouth open, she stuck her tongue out, and I grabbed a fistful of her hair before shoving my cock to the back of her throat.
I pulled out, giving her just a moment before I dove back in and used her like I said I would.
She wanted to fire off at me with this fucking mouth, then she was getting the attitude fucked out of her.
My pace was relentless, but I wasn’t going to let up.
I fisted her hair tighter and used my thumb on the opposite hand to wipe the tear off her cheek.
That pleasurable tingle at the base of my spine started to build, and as much as I wanted to finish now, I wanted to be inside her more.
Pulling myself from her mouth, causing a line of drool to fall on her chest and chin.
I adjusted the cable again so it was about level with her belly button and helped her stand on shaky legs.
Turning, I grabbed the bench that was a few feet away and dragged it over to us, positioning it so I could comfortably sit behind her and have her on my lap.
I tossed my clothes haphazardly to the side and sat down, grabbing her hips and pulling her back to me.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Allie. You did so good for me.
” Fisting my shaft and running it along her clit and her entrance, she whimpered and threw her head back.
She was grinding herself against me, trying to create any friction she could.
Lining myself up with her, I pulled her slowly down onto me, sinking into her fully.
“God, I’ll never get used to how you feel.
” Banding my arms around her stomach, I held her in place, wanting to last more than a few seconds.