Chapter 8 #3
He knows me too well. But I love that he would never share me with others, never let anyone lay eyes on what’s private between us two. But the thrill of it all! I play along, squirming underneath his light touch, my eyes wide, I look at him and say, “What would you do then?”
“I’d smack your little bottom over your panties.
” A light spank lands on my pussy and I moan, my legs spreading further.
“Telling you what a bad girl you’ve been.
That I’m going to give you a good hard spanking with everyone watching to teach you a lesson.
And that everyone watching is to keep an eye on you and tell me if you’re being naughty.
” His hand comes down again, a stinging smack right on my pussy over my panties.
“I spank your bottom a little bit harder. And you’re squirming over my lap.
Then I tell you to stand up. That I want you to pull your panties down in front of everyone.
You freeze. You want to tell me ‘no,’ but you know it will just be worse if you do.
That I might take my belt off and stripe your bottom in front of all those people.
So you stand up.” He takes the waistband of my panties between his fingers, rolling them down over my hips.
“Slowly, inch by inch, you pull down those panties. Exposing yourself to everyone. You quickly throw yourself back over my lap, eager to have your privates hidden. But as you do, you give everyone a view of your perfect ass.”
My panties are gone. I lay on the bed, pussy exposed to him. Gently, he tickles my pulsing pussy. Tingles dance over my skin, goosebumps rising, my nipples tightening. I whisper, “Please don’t spank me in front of everyone.”
He gives my bare pussy a hard, stinging swat and I gasp in surprised delight.
I moan as he parts my vulva, saying, “Then I’d tell you to spread your legs.
You don’t want to. You’re humiliated at the thought.
But I give you a hard swat on your bare bottom—a warning—and slowly you comply.
Now, your yoni is glistening, and everyone can see how aroused your punishment makes you. I slip my fingers within you—”
As he says it, he does so. My legs spread for him, my knees falling to the sides of the bed.
My headache is suddenly gone as my eyes close.
I imagine myself, bottom and pussy bared for all to see.
Over his lap, his big hand spanking my naked bottom.
Me crying out as everyone watches. His fingers slide within me.
The soft pad of his thumb, slick with my juices, finds my swollen clit.
I’m mewing, my toes curling as he pleasures me.
His words stop and his mouth finds mine.
He’s kissing me, his tongue twisting with mine.
His hand moves faster, the pressure building within me.
My back arches, my muscles tighten. I feel feverish as my breathing quickens.
A few more pumps of his fingers, a few more rubs on my clit, and I come in an explosive shudder.
A smile of the cat getting the cream crossing my face.
He’s taking off his clothes. Climbing on top of me. He says, “Lie still. I don’t want to upset your headache.”
“What headache?” I ask. Then he’s sliding inside of me. The head of his cock presses within me. Slick and hot and pulsing, my pussy welcomes his full length as he thrusts.
“What do you think Dr. Adamos would think of this?” he asks.
I can’t reply. It feels too good, his cock pumping within my throbbing pussy. I’m so wet and he’s so hard and it’s just too good for words. I moan, my eyes closing, my head lolling to the side. The relief I feel washes over me, tangled with the pleasure I feel.
He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
He’s coming home with me.
His hand is on my face, his worried words caress me. “Tess, are you okay? Should I stop?”
“If you stop, I’ll kill you,” I murmur.
He chuckles, picking up his rhythm.
My hips rise and I’m about to call his name when there’s a light knock at the door.
“Shit! Just a moment!” There’s panic in his voice and it makes me chuckle. Fearless Rockland scared of being chastised by Dr. Adamos. He hops from me, lying beside me and pulling the sheet over our bodies. When he’s satisfied that we’re both covered up, he calls, “Come in.”
The door opens and it’s Adrianna. She’s just as beautiful as she was when I first saw her—maybe even prettier up close.
She says, “I just wanted to introduce myself—” Taking a closer look at us, she laughs a high, tinkling laugh and says, “Well, Rocky, you sly dog, you don’t waste any time, do you, but don’t you think you should—”
“Not a good time for introductions, little cousin,” he says, his waiting erection pressing against my thigh.
She gives a silly smile, then says to me, “Pleasure to meet you, Tess.” She flips the lock on the knob of the door, pulling it closed behind her.
Rockland growls in my ear, “Where were we?” Then he’s on top of me and our bodies twine into one.