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hand
swept back, under her, raising her slightly and the other took hold of her
pants.
    Thank
god, they were going down.
    “I didn’t
give them breakfast.”
    His lips
found the hollow at the base of her throat again.
    “I got
stopped by the cops.”
    That must
have startled him because he froze.
    “You
drove?”
    His hands
were easing the jeans down now.   His voice sounded only interested but Denise didn’t quite trust that.
    “Ummm.”
She let her hand find his erection.
    Damn! The
man flipped her effortlessly, and now she was in a vulnerable position on her belly.   Crap.
    His hand
stroked her ass and shamefully, she raised it to meet him.   Traitorous body parts were the worst.
    “Without
a license.” It was a statement; he knew the answer.
    He
lowered his hips onto her butt and pressed, found the back of her neck with his
mouth.
    She
bucked up to him again.
    “What
other sins, my bad wee girl?”
    “Crap,
Andrew.”
    “Yes, my
sweet thing?”
    “I want
you.”   Damn. Now she was begging.
    “I don’t
think you’re done.”   He pressed his
cock against her butt once and then moved to the side.  
    She
moaned.
    “I didn’t
want you to know William missed school.”
    His hand
came down on her butt.   Not too hard.   But still.
    “Lies of
omission.” Another crack, harder, and another lick at the base of her spine,
then a sharp nip.
    Several
more cracks.
    She cried
out.
    “Tonight
was a zoo, Baby.”
    Now the
bastard stuck his tongue in her ear.   She reared up to press her hot butt against his cock.  
    Andrew
caught her under the stomach and held her with one arm while the other hand
stripped her panties down, leaving them tangled about her knees.   His hand swept down again.
    She
moaned again, this time pressing herself into his palm.
    “We need
to be a team.”
    “Umm.”
She trembled. He slipped his fingers into her.   She was wet, dripping.
    Andrew
groaned, sounding damn pleased with himself.   She tried to flip back, thinking she’d pull him down, kiss
him hard, make him forget.
    Instead he pulled back , and grabbed at the
panties, cursed.  
    That. Was
a rip.
    He moved
off the bed.   She moaned in protest
because she was not ready to lose him and then found herself yanked
unceremoniously over his knee.
    “Nooo!”
She started to cry immediately.   Not because it hurt but because she had wanted it so much.
    “Hush.”
His hand stroked.   Rubbed. Kneaded.
Dipped into her sweetness. Played there.
    Vaguely,
far away, she heard something. He was moving, to touch her, to play in her,
yes, but something more.
    Cold
leather lay down very gently on her warm ass.
    “Meet my
belt, Denise.”
    He bent
over her, whispered in her ear while his other hand continued to play.
    Quite
without voluntary intent she rose up, moaning.   He laid an arm across her back, holding her at her hip,
pressing her to his side.   His cock
twitched under her.   She
moaned.   The cool leather
disappeared.
    “Tell me
you’re sorry, baby.”
    “I’m
sorry!” her voice sounded ragged to her own ears, desperate, pleading.   It was awful to be such a horrible
slut.
    The belt
landed. It stung, but she knew it could have been much worse.
    There.
That one was much worse.
    Another,
and she tried desperately to get away but he held her firm.   His mouth was back at her ear.
    “We need
to be a team, baby.   Your brothers
need that.   You need that.   And sweet thing, I need it. Do you feel
this?”
      His fingers dipped into her again and
brought the wet to her butt, rubbing her own honey into her skin.   “This is good, Denise.   We’re good.   Don’t fight it so much.   I know you need time.   I’ll give you time.”
    The belt
cracked down hard, once, twice and after that she didn’t feel it anymore,
except far away, somewhere, she knew it was there and then he was moving again
and she was face down over the edge of the bed and he was grabbing her hips,
pulling her up to him and swearing, and