Chapter 8
HAYES
As we drove to Bray and Katie’s place, I wondered if my earlier brilliant idea of staying away from the house by having dinner with my brother, sister-in-law, and their baby was a good idea.
I’d pretty much invited us over, using the excuse to talk to Katie about her case. I’d been helping her sue Conrad Trout for almost a year. There weren’t any updates, the fucker was as slippery as an eel.
All I’d thought about after I dropped Cassidy off for work was getting her in bed. That kiss.
Fuck.
My last first kiss, that was for fucking sure.
She was so sweet. Like candy on my tongue. She melted for me when I put my hand on her neck. Whimpered when I palmed her perfect tit. And creamed for me when I cupped her pussy.
I hadn’t made it all the way into town and my office before I had to pull over and rub one out.
Yeah, I had my dick out on the side of the county road like a pervert.
It hadn’t taken much effort for me to come all over my hand.
Thank fuck anyone in my family hadn’t been driving by, especially Colt since he probably arrested people for doing shit like that.
I’d fuck her, and soon, but after that kiss, there was no question she was a virgin. I’d take that cherry, but she wasn’t ready. Yet. I’d get her there, learning what she liked, pushing her probably past anything she’d heard of from her friends.
“You okay, princess?” I asked.
She rubbed her hands over her thighs, smoothing out her dress. It was a sundress, blue, with short sleeves and a straight neckline. It hinted at her cleavage, but no one could miss how perfect her body was.
“You only gave me five minutes in the shower. I wasn’t able to wash my hair or–”
“You look perfect,” I told her. My eyes were on the road, but I couldn’t miss how nervous she was.
“But we’re meeting your brother and his wife and I–”
“They have a ranch. They board horses. Bray’s a farrier.”
She nodded. “He’s been to the ranch a few times to check the horses’ hooves.”
“Then you know they aren’t bothered by a little manure under the nails.”
She gasped and raised her hands. “Oh my God, Hayes!”
“Give me your panties.”
She dropped her hands to her lap and this time, held her skirt down, as if I was going to reach over and steal them. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re freaking out and need something else to focus on.”
“By not wearing panties?”
I glanced at her for a second, took one hand off the wheel and held it out.
“But–”
“A spanking would also give you something else to focus on.”
There, I gave her an option.
“Spanking or panties? Those are my choices?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No, the choices are you give me your panties, or a spanking, then you give me your panties.”
I let her think about that for a minute as she squirmed, then said, “Princess, you can say no. To this. All of it. But I know you want this as much as me.”
She stayed quiet. I pushed on.
“Tell me this. Your panties wet?”
I could see her blush. “Yes,” she whispered. Her hands folded on her lap and she looked all fucking prim and proper.
“Nipples hard?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Because I told you to give me your panties?”
“All of it.”
Thank fuck. Just as I thought, she was right there with me. She was eighteen and had no idea what made her hot. I somehow did and those things aligned with exactly what I wanted to give her.
“You like rules. You like my rules. Nothin’ wrong with that.”
She nodded, but kept her gaze on her lap.
“Good girl.”
Her head whipped up and looked to me. Gave me a small smile.
Huh. She liked rules. Loved praise. Needed it. Craved it.
What she didn’t realize was that she trusted me, because she wouldn’t let me do any of this with her if she didn’t.
“We’ll do a safeword. You say it and it all stops.” I wasn’t into BDSM or tying her up, but I was definitely going to push her in ways she might not like. “What’s it going to be?”
She swallowed, flicked a gaze to me. “Fish.”
I huffed and smiled. “Fish?”
“I don’t like fish.”
“Okay. Fish. We’re almost to their place. Either give me the panties before we get there like a good girl, or when I park in Katie and Bray’s driveway, I’m gonna bend you over just like last night, spank your ass and then collect those soaked panties.”
She squirmed some more, probably debating whether she wanted to get spanked or not and wondering why she was hot for the idea.
Slowly, she slid her hands up her thighs, the hem of her dress going with them and hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties.
My dick spurted pre-cum solely because she was doing it.
She was right there with me.
Cassidy was kinky as fuck.
Lifting her hips, she pushed them down, then slid them all the way off. Adjusting her dress back in place, she held them in a ball inside a tight fist.
“They wet?” I asked, as I turned down the long drive to the farmhouse.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Show me.”
“Hayes,” she whimpered, then unclenched her hand and held them up.
I glanced away from the drive and saw the panties were basic white cotton and there was a wet spot on the gusset. A big one.
I took them from her and put them to my nose. Breathed in her scent for the first time. Sweet. Spicy.
Now it was my turn to squirm in my seat. I was so fucking hard I could go out and hammer nails. Fuck, this had been a mistake. I had to spend dinner with a raging hard on and knowing my girl’s virgin pussy was bare. And wet.