25. Hazel
HAZEL
Bron was full of playful smiles and jokes earlier, but he’s unusually quiet now. Behind the closed door of one of the other bedrooms on the second floor, he undresses me slowly, touching and kissing every inch of flesh as it’s exposed.
I try to reciprocate, and manage to take off his shirt and run my hands over his smooth chest and abs. I start kissing and licking his tattoos, which makes him growl softly, a sound that arrows straight between my legs. But that’s as far as I get before he has me naked.
He backs me up onto the bed and moves between my legs, kissing and nipping lightly at my inner thighs, gradually getting closer and closer to my pussy until I’m squirming .
Finally, his mouth goes where I want it most, but the teasing torture continues.
He takes his time exploring, savoring, tasting, ravishing, holding my legs apart as he slowly drives me wild.
I come twice before he moves up my body, and I expect him to shuck off his jeans—I can feel him against me, and I’m nervous but eager to have him inside me—but instead, he whispers in my ear.
“Do you like to play games?”
A shiver runs down my spine. Even though I have no idea what he’s talking about, I’m pretty sure my answer is yes. “What kind of games?”
He nuzzles my neck, sets his teeth in my earlobe and tugs gently. “The kind where you’ve been naughty and need to be taught a lesson.”
I let out a tiny gasp, my legs moving restlessly, and he chuckles, the sound like a deep caress. “I think that’s a yes.” He lifts up enough to look down at me, his face gentle but serious. “Remember, this is just a game. All you have to say is stop, at any point, and it’ll stop.”
I try to imagine how things might play out. “But wouldn’t I say stop as part of the game?”
His eyes seem to glow in the low light of the bedside lamp. “You’re a natural, Hazel. Okay, think of a word that’s easy to remember but that you won’t say accidentally, like pumpernickel or arborist.”
A word from my past was on my mind a lot today. “Aperture,” I say, and he flashes me a brilliant grin.
“Perfect. So you can say stop while we’re playing, and that won’t mean stop; it’ll be part of the game. But if you really want to stop, say aperture. If you forget your word and get scared, say double stop, and that’ll work. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Bron dips his head and tugs at one of my nipples with his lips. “From here on out, you can call me Professor … Armstrong. You are … Miss Willoughby, and we need to talk about the sorry state of your grades.”
I bite my lip, a frisson of anticipation dancing along my nerves. “Okay.”
He pushes himself up and off the bed in one smooth motion, his arm and chest muscles making me ache for him. But I can’t reach him, because he’s starting to pace around the room, his posture erect. “Sit up straight when I’m talking to you, young lady.”
Obediently, I scoot to the edge of the bed, fold my hands in my lap, and cross my legs at the ankles as they dangle off the edge .
“Your grades have been falling all semester, Miss Willoughby. What do you have to say for yourself?” His voice is stern, but there’s a hint of playfulness at the edges.
“I … I don’t know. I guess I’ve been careless.”
“I’ve been careless, Professor .”
I squirm on the bed. “Sorry, yes, Professor Armstrong.”
“There are several assignments missing. Those are going in the book as Fs.” Bron paces back and forth in front of me, his eyes narrowed, and though this scenario would have been a nightmare for me in real life, he’s making it kind of fun.
“Is there … maybe something I can do for extra credit, Professor?”
“Oh, it’s too late for that, young lady. There’s nothing left but for me to teach you a lesson.”
I give him big eyes and flutter my lashes. “Teach me a lesson?”
“You need to learn to do better. You need a lesson you won’t forget.” He pulls the hard-backed chair out from the desk, sets it in the middle of the room, and sits down, patting his leg. “Come over here. Bend over my knee. ”
“What?! Professor!” As Miss Willoughby, I’m positively scandalized.
“You heard me, young lady. Now.”
A delicious shiver runs through me as I walk over to him, but I don’t obey him immediately. I make him order me around a little longer before I finally bend over his lap.
If I wasn’t already very turned on, the position alone would make me wet, because I feel totally at his mercy, blind and helpless to whatever he plans to do to me.
I’m exposed and vulnerable, but that makes me realize how much I trust Bron.
I trust all three of the brothers, but I’m grateful to be alone with just one of them as we try out this little game.
“You’re a very naughty girl, showing your bare bottom to your professor.” Bron adjusts his legs in a way that tips the top of my body forward, showing him even more of my naughty parts. “You should be ashamed of yourself for being such a bad girl.”
He rubs his hand over my ass cheeks, while his other slides under me to cup my pussy. “Are you prepared for your punishment?”
I shake my head and kick my feet. “No! Please don’t spank me. ”
“I’m afraid I have to, Hazel. It’s what you deserve.” He jiggles the flesh on my backside, and my pussy clenches.
“No, please don’t! I promise I’ll do better. I’ll be good.” I’m surprised how easy it is to play pretend, and how much fun it is.
“Get ready. It’s time to teach you a lesson.” He gives my ass another quick rub, followed immediately by a sharp smack. It stings, but doesn’t really hurt. He does it again, a little harder, and it gets my juices flowing. I wouldn’t have expected spanking to turn me on, but it definitely does!
I want more, but I play my role and tell Bron the opposite. “I’ll be good from now on, Professor. I promise! You don’t have to spank me anymore.”
“I’m afraid I do, Hazel. You’ve been such a bad girl.” Thwack!
Okay, that really stung, but damn if I don’t want more. “No more, please!” I squirm and struggle, and the heel of his hand grinds into my clit, which only makes me squirm more.
“It’s for your own good.” Thwack!
“Please professor.” There are a couple of actual tears in my eyes, but that’s nothing compared to the amount of wetness between my legs .
“One more, and then we’ll see if you’re ready to be good.”
“I am! I am ready to be—” Thwack!
The last one isn’t very hard at all, and he follows it up by rubbing my stinging flesh, making small circles with his palm to soothe my skin. His fingers sink into my drenched pussy, and I moan.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, sounding only partly still in character. More to himself, he mutters, “Fuck, Hazel.”
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and lays me gently on the bed. Finally, he takes off his jeans and releases his cock, so long and thick and beautiful.
As he stretches out beside me, his fingers return to my pussy, this time stroking inside me while his mouth lavishes attention on my breasts, back and forth between them, circling my nipples with his tongue, sucking them, capturing them in his teeth and squeezing until I could nearly come.
He rolls on a condom—thank god he remembers, because I’m in a lust-filled daze—and puts my hand on his cock, urging me to guide him to my opening. Our eyes meet briefly, and my insides melt, I’m so hot for this man .
I wrap my hand around his base and urge him toward me.
The head of his cock slips between my folds, then slowly disappears inside me, inch by inch.
He watches my face as he presses in. There’s lingering sensitivity from this morning, but it’s barely noticeable with all the pleasure Bron’s providing.
Once he’s fully inside me, I wrap my legs around him and he starts to move, very slowly, his girth dragging against my inner walls, making me sigh with pleasure. It’s a wonder there’s any friction, as wet as I am, but there is, and it’s delicious.
Every time he sinks into me, it’s like a promise, and my hips rise in response, meeting him with every stroke.
As our pace speeds up, he props himself on one arm and slides his hand between us to work my clit. He circles and presses, circles and presses, and I feel like I might explode. A light pinch sends me skyrocketing, my hips pumping and my pussy grinding on his cock.
It’s my most intense one yet. I’ve been desperate for it since he first spanked me.
Bron keeps still inside me until I go limp with the aftershocks, then he changes his angle, rubbing his cock over my still-sensitive clit, and starts moving again.
This time he’s faster, almost frantic, and I come again before I realize it’s about to happen.
He groans and stiffens, looking tortured as he follows me right over the edge.
I’ve gone from inexperienced virgin, straight to having sex twice in one day with two different men. I guess I am a naughty girl.
Afterward, he cradles my head on his arm for a while before bringing a warm cloth to clean me up. When he lies down next to me, I drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling utterly content and very happy.