apartment.
“You. On the sofa, now.”
“Oh? I wouldn’t want to take up some of your space. As, you know, I don’t live here.”
His smile had never been as devious. Slowly stolling towards her, like a predator, he stopped a breath away and said against her skin:
“Do you know who that was?”
“A hot guy?” she shrugged, loving the way she was playing with fire.
Considering the way his nostrils flared, she’d hit a mark.
“That exclusivity shit? It goes both ways, honey.”
Music to her ears.
“It has come to my attention that you’ve yet again acted like a spoilt brat, Brooke. Now, I was wondering why, and only one thing has crossed my mind. You’re constantly pushing our limits because no one has ever punished you.”
His voice dripped like thick honey, demanding her full attention; she bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. Somehow, she knew she wasn’t supposed to smile.
“On. The. Sofa.”
She’d never moved that fast. Sitting down, she waited for him there. Damn, he was taking his sweet time.
He stopped by a drawer, grabbing an inconspicuous tube of something he’d never used in front of her; Brooke felt her pussy sing at the thought that it might be some lube.
“I want you to tell me what you’ve done wrong, Brooke.”
Very good question; right now it felt that she’d done something very, very right, actually.
“I hula-hooped in front of a business partner?”
“You deliberately showed another guy what’s mine to get a rise out of me. It worked. Get up and remove your shorts.”
Fuck.
She would have liked to say that she did so seductively, but at this point, she was too impatient for finesse; she all but tripped over her hands to get them off her.
“Nice,” Shane said, touching the inside of her thigh, just brushing her silky thong.
Then, he tapped his lap.
“I want your perky ass here. Up. Head down. I’m going to give you the spanking you deserve. And you’re going to love it.”
•
Shane
Shit. Virgin, virgin, virgin. He kept on chanting that to him, to prevent himself from just bending her over and plunging ball deep between her fucking amazing legs, but if anything, it made him more eager to get inside her.
She lied down over his knees and lifted her ass on his laps obediently.
Oh god. That ass… His palm caressed both cheeks in circular motions as his dick twitched under her, desperately attempting to burst out.
Slap.
He knew he was harsh, but her sudden surprised cry ended in a moan.
Shane wasn’t into BDSM. He was no dom. He’d gone to clubs, tagging along with his friend, but the whole thing had always been beyond his mind.
Fiona had wanted it, so he’d relented, spanking and flogging her ass.
Now, he got it, though. This ass was his. His to caress. His to kiss. His to penetrate. His to mark.
Slap.
He could see the shape of his palm on both of her cheeks now.
“Baby girl?” he said, gently stroking her sensitive skin.
She whimpered and he had to chuckle.
“Red is your stop word. Yellow, your slow word. You’re in charge. You got it?”
“Yes. Please…”
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Yes!”
“It looks like my good girl is a closet slut. Mhh… What am I going to do with you.”
He was back to his caresses, hazarding a finger or two under her thong. She was so damn wet right now.
“Stay still,” he ordered and, miracle or miracles, Brooke Barnes was obedient right now.
Damn if that didn’t make him harder.
He applied some balm on her ass; it hadn’t been much of a spanking, but as she wasn’t used to it, her ass was going to sting without it.
“That’s just a beautiful ass, honey. The things I could do to it…”
He touched the entrance of her ass to see her reaction. Oh, hot damn hell. She moaned.
“Later, perhaps. For now, I think my favorite brat needs a reward for being a good, obedient little slut.”
He slid down to the floor and shifted her above him until she was straddling his face, her
“You. On the sofa, now.”
“Oh? I wouldn’t want to take up some of your space. As, you know, I don’t live here.”
His smile had never been as devious. Slowly stolling towards her, like a predator, he stopped a breath away and said against her skin:
“Do you know who that was?”
“A hot guy?” she shrugged, loving the way she was playing with fire.
Considering the way his nostrils flared, she’d hit a mark.
“That exclusivity shit? It goes both ways, honey.”
Music to her ears.
“It has come to my attention that you’ve yet again acted like a spoilt brat, Brooke. Now, I was wondering why, and only one thing has crossed my mind. You’re constantly pushing our limits because no one has ever punished you.”
His voice dripped like thick honey, demanding her full attention; she bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. Somehow, she knew she wasn’t supposed to smile.
“On. The. Sofa.”
She’d never moved that fast. Sitting down, she waited for him there. Damn, he was taking his sweet time.
He stopped by a drawer, grabbing an inconspicuous tube of something he’d never used in front of her; Brooke felt her pussy sing at the thought that it might be some lube.
“I want you to tell me what you’ve done wrong, Brooke.”
Very good question; right now it felt that she’d done something very, very right, actually.
“I hula-hooped in front of a business partner?”
“You deliberately showed another guy what’s mine to get a rise out of me. It worked. Get up and remove your shorts.”
Fuck.
She would have liked to say that she did so seductively, but at this point, she was too impatient for finesse; she all but tripped over her hands to get them off her.
“Nice,” Shane said, touching the inside of her thigh, just brushing her silky thong.
Then, he tapped his lap.
“I want your perky ass here. Up. Head down. I’m going to give you the spanking you deserve. And you’re going to love it.”
•
Shane
Shit. Virgin, virgin, virgin. He kept on chanting that to him, to prevent himself from just bending her over and plunging ball deep between her fucking amazing legs, but if anything, it made him more eager to get inside her.
She lied down over his knees and lifted her ass on his laps obediently.
Oh god. That ass… His palm caressed both cheeks in circular motions as his dick twitched under her, desperately attempting to burst out.
Slap.
He knew he was harsh, but her sudden surprised cry ended in a moan.
Shane wasn’t into BDSM. He was no dom. He’d gone to clubs, tagging along with his friend, but the whole thing had always been beyond his mind.
Fiona had wanted it, so he’d relented, spanking and flogging her ass.
Now, he got it, though. This ass was his. His to caress. His to kiss. His to penetrate. His to mark.
Slap.
He could see the shape of his palm on both of her cheeks now.
“Baby girl?” he said, gently stroking her sensitive skin.
She whimpered and he had to chuckle.
“Red is your stop word. Yellow, your slow word. You’re in charge. You got it?”
“Yes. Please…”
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Yes!”
“It looks like my good girl is a closet slut. Mhh… What am I going to do with you.”
He was back to his caresses, hazarding a finger or two under her thong. She was so damn wet right now.
“Stay still,” he ordered and, miracle or miracles, Brooke Barnes was obedient right now.
Damn if that didn’t make him harder.
He applied some balm on her ass; it hadn’t been much of a spanking, but as she wasn’t used to it, her ass was going to sting without it.
“That’s just a beautiful ass, honey. The things I could do to it…”
He touched the entrance of her ass to see her reaction. Oh, hot damn hell. She moaned.
“Later, perhaps. For now, I think my favorite brat needs a reward for being a good, obedient little slut.”
He slid down to the floor and shifted her above him until she was straddling his face, her
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