“Yes.” Where was he going with this?
“Are you still wet?”
Oh, holy hell. That’s where he was going with this. How was she supposed to answer that?
“Lacey.” The firm note was back. The demand in his voice was clear. “Slide your hand down your stomach to your pussy and slip a finger between your folds. I want to know if you’re still wet.”
She couldn’t do it. She shouldn’t do it. But somehow, she found herself doing exactly as he’d ordered. And she was still as slick this morning as she’d been last night.
“Lacey? Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she whispered so quietly he probably couldn’t hear her. But she didn’t think she could repeat herself.
“Good.” There was a huge amount of satisfaction in that one word. “Now, I want you to get up and have a shower. Find a loose skirt and top and put them on. No panties. No bra. I’ll be around to pick you up in an hour. Buzz me in but keep your door locked until you see it’s me through the peephole.”
She didn’t need that last warning, it’s what she would have done anyway. But her brain was mainly focussed on those first few sentences. No panties or bra? Was he insane?
“See you soon, gorgeous girl. And remember, I have a surprise for you.”
A surprise? What sort of surprise? But before she could ask he’d ended the call. A loose skirt and no underwear? There was no way she’d do that, would she?
Gray stood on the other side of Lacey’s door, waiting for her to unlock it. She’d let him into the building when he’d buzzed, which was a good sign. He’d half-expected she wouldn’t. He wondered if she’d done as he’d ordered or if he’d be administering a punishment soon. In truth, he didn’t particularly like giving punishment spankings, he’d much rather spank her for pleasure.
When she opened the door, she was wearing a flowing, black skirt that ended just below her knees and a light blue tank top. He could already tell she wasn’t wearing a bra by the way her tight nipples pressed against the material. He had to pause for a moment, his balls so tight they ached something fierce.
Maybe this no underwear thing hadn’t been his best idea. How was he going to get through brunch without exploding? He sat the bag he’d been carrying down once he stepped through the doorway. Then he closed the door and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply.
“Good morning,
baby.”
“G-good morning.” She stared up at him with dazed eyes before blinking hastily then stepping back. She was trying to withdraw from him, to pull up those walls she built to keep herself safe. The trick was going to be to keep her off-center enough she couldn’t re-erect them.
“Are you wearing underwear?” he asked in a low voice.
“What?” She appeared startled and bit her lip.
“Panties? Were you a good girl or a bad girl?”
“I’m not sure I should tell you that.”
“Oh, you’re going to do more than tell me. Show me.”
“What? How?” She practically squeaked out the words.
“Lift your skirt.”
She just stared at him. He had to fight to hide his smile. She was so adorable. So refreshingly innocent, even though she was only a few years younger than him and had no doubt seen and heard some terrible things in her life. When it came to sex, she was obviously very inexperienced.
Which suited him just fine. He was a possessive bastard, and the thought of her with other men made him feel murderous. Knowing those other dickheads hadn’t been very good lovers calmed him. A little anyway.
“Show me, Lacey. Or instead of exploring the surprise I brought for you, you’re going to be over my knee, getting your butt reddened. And that’s not going to be very comfortable for you to sit on while we’re out for brunch.”
“You’re not serious?”
“I am. One last chance. Raise your skirt then turn in a circle. Slowly.”
Red filled her cheeks as she slowly lifted her skirt, showing him she had indeed been a good girl. A deep sense of satisfaction filled him as he motioned for her to turn around. She moved in a slow circle, showing him those full ass cheeks before she turned fully back, her pussy on display.