Chapter 5 - Bronn
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Acool sea breeze ripples the warm night air, but it’s not enough to cool my heated blood.
Ever since I set eyes on Adrianna, I’ve been in a state of arousal, my blood hot and my dick aching.
When she brought me lunch today, there was a bead of perspiration trickling between her cleavage. My mouth salivated as I imagined the salty taste of her, wanting to lean forward and lick it off her body.
I shake my head, trying to get her out of my mind. I have a job to do. I need to focus.
I’m doing a round of the grounds when I hear a noise near the pool.
Pulling my piece, I creep around the side of the boat house. There’s the sound of a splash, someone diving into the pool. I slip around the side of the building and point my piece at the figure gliding under the water.
When the surface breaks, Adrianna emerges, the water falling off her in slick rivulets.
She’s not bothered by my gun pointing at her, and I realize she was expecting me.
“A little gun happy, aren’t you, Bronn?”
I slide my piece back into its holster as she treads water, a smirk on her pretty face. Her hair fans out behind her, shimmering in the moonlight.
“What are you doing, Adrianna?”
She paddles over and rests her elbows on the side of the pool. Her breasts, like pale orbs, strain against the bikini that barely covers her. I tear my eyes away before I do something stupid like dive in with her.
“It’s my home, Bronn. I can swim when I want.”
There’s a challenge in her look, a game she’s playing.
“Why don’t you come join me?”
Adrianna kicks away from the edge, floating on her back, her arms pulling long, lazy strokes. Her breasts bob under the surface, her stomach bare, the bikini sticking to her figure and showing off the mound at the top of her legs.
It takes all my restraint not to dive into the pool. But I don’t play games.
There’s a towel thrown over a deck chair, and I snatch it up as I stride to meet her at the other end of the pool.
I told Adrianna not to flaunt her body, and here she is in a bikini that’s barely covering her. It doesn’t matter that I’m the only one here. Is this what she’s been wearing to the beach? The thought of other men looking at Adrianna’s body makes my blood boil.
I’ll hunt every single one of them down and rip their eyes out.
This body is for my eyes only.
When she reaches the end of the pool, I drop the towel at the top of the ladder, indicating she should get out.
I walk away because I don’t want her to see how angry I am. I take a seat on one of the deck chairs and wait for her with my fists clenched.
I hear Adrianna getting out of the pool and the soft padding of her wet feet coming toward me. She stops next to me, and only then do I turn to her.
She’s beautiful in the moonlight, her wet hair sticking to her cheek and trailing over her shoulder. The towel barely covers her full figure. I fist my hands, barely containing the urge to rip the towel off her.
Meeting my gaze, her eyes are intense, challenging. Maintaining eye contact, she lets the towel drop. It hits the concrete, pooling around her feet.
My eyes travel down her body, my gaze following the beads of water sliding between her cleavage, the bikini clinging to her hard nipples, and the soft mound at the top of her legs. My throat constricts. I can barely breathe. The little minx is teasing me again, and I’m completely powerless.
“I thought I told you to keep your body covered.” My voice is raspy, the words barely able to get past my desire.
She sticks her chin out defiantly. If she’s concerned by my tone, she doesn’t show it. “It’s only the two of us here.”
I stand up suddenly, and she gasps. Her eyes go wide as I get into her space. I’m close but not touching.
“Is this the bikini you wear to the beach?”
The mischief goes out of her eyes as she realizes I’m not playing. She’s frightened, but there’s something else. Her eyes deepen in desire, which I saw a hint of last night. She wants to find out what happens when she pushes me too far. Well, I’ll show her.
“Y-yes,” she stutters.
I trail a finger down her cheek, over the lip of her chin, and down her throat. Her pulse races underneath my touch.
“Men have seen you in this?” It comes out as a growl.
Her fear turns to defiance. She sticks her chin out at me.
“So what if they have? It’s my body. I can do what I like.”
“Wrong answer.”
I grab her wrist and pull her toward me.
Her eyes flash. She thinks I’ll let her go, that this is still a game. She doesn’t know how she’s tempting danger. My cock lengthens as she struggles in my grasp.
“No one sees you in this except me.”
It comes out as a low growl, and her eyes widen with genuine fear.
I spin her around as I sit down, pulling her face down across my lap.
She struggles, her body writhing on me as I hold her in place.
“What are you doing?”
There’s a note of panic in her voice, which makes my dick ache for her.
“I’m punishing you, brat. Like I said I would.”
With one hand holding her back, the other hand grabs the edge of her bikini and pulls it down over her ass.
She gasps as realization sets in. Her ass is smooth and wet, and I run my hand over the soft mound of her cheeks. Her skin’s so soft under my touch—soft and pliant and untouched.
“I’m punishing you like you deserve.” I raise my hand.
The sound of my hand connecting with her ass echoes around the pool followed by her surprised yelp.
Her body goes rigid, and she stops struggling, too surprised to react.
I pull my hand back and slap again.
This time she whimpers and her body slackens. I can feel the press of her tits against my thigh, her nipples brushing against my legs through the wet fabric of her swimsuit.
“What are you doing?” The panic in her voice only spurs me on. This is what this brat needs. A good spanking.
“This is what bad girls get.”
I pull my hand back and slap again. Her body stiffens as my hand connects, then relaxes and a moan escapes her lips, and she slides her mound against me.
Holy shit. She’s getting off on this as much as I am.
“Bronn…” she moans, a desperate note to her voice.
My cock press into her belly, and every time she moves it creates the friction that I need to release. I slap her again, and her body writhes against me.
She rubs against my thigh, moaning, finding her own friction on my leg.
I slap her again, and again, giving her a rhythm to work to. With each slap, her body writhes and she moans more. My dick slides against her until my balls pull up tight.
“You’re a bad brat.”
I growl into her ear. “You need to do what you’re told.”
Her ass is pink, and there’ll be a mark in the morning. My brand on her. My mark. But I don’t stop. I spank her harder, until she’s writhing against me, moaning my name.
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
She mewls softly but doesn’t respond. I rub my hand over the softness of her ass. Her pink hole puckers invitingly, and I slide my finger over her back entrance.
“Bronn…” she moans.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Adrianna?”
She doesn’t respond, and I spank her again. Her cries echo around the pool, but I don’t care about the noise we’re making.
I slap again, and she cries out, close to her peak. I can hear the tension building in her.
“Are you going to be good, Adrianna?”
“Yes,” she cries. “I’ll be good.”
She presses against my thigh, her body writhing with pleasure as the orgasm takes her. She sobs my name. I rub her ass gently until the trembling ceases.
Adrianna will have a sore ass in the morning, but she’ll remember her lesson.
This body belongs to me.
She’s left gasping, her body limp. I gently pull the bottom of her bikini up and wrap her in the towel.
She stands up on shaky legs, and I pull her into my lap.
“Punishment’s over, brat.”
Adrianna presses her body against mine, and I wrap my arms around her, raining soft kisses on the top of her head.
“I won’t do it again,” she says quietly.
I can be gentle as well as hard, and now with the punishment over, I show her my gentle side.
She tilts her head back and looks at me. “But what if I want to be punished again?”
There’s a gleam in her eye that makes me hard.
“I’m sure you’ll need more discipline, brat.”
She smiles at me, and I kiss her gently on the mouth. “I’ll always look after you, but I demand discipline.”
“I can live with that.” She ducks her head into me, but not before I see the mischievous look in her eyes.
Standing carefully, I lift Adrianna in my arms and carry her into my room. She’s sleepy and limp when I lay her on the bed.
Peeling her wet swimsuit off, I dress her in one of my t-shirts. For once, she’s docile, letting me take care of her with no complaints.
When she’s dry and dressed, I pull her toward me in the bed, and with our bodies pressed together, she falls into a deep sleep.