The way her feet were placed, her ass stuck out just perfectly to keep her dress out of the way when he lifted the hem and draped it over her lower back.
“I don’t have panties on,” she complained, scanning the hall.
No, no she did not. She did, however, have a glorious ass that was sorely in need of a few welts.
He swatted her with a flick of his hand, enjoying her yelp of surprise.
“I hope no one comes up here,” he mocked. “What would your friends from the tennis club think?” He smacked her a few more times, not too hard, but from the sounds squeaking out of her it sounded like she was getting it as bad as poor, bratty miss Everly.
“Ow! Ow!” She whimpered and danced around, making him smile at how naive she was. She’d have more limits after tonight, he was sure of it.
“What kind of girl comes in here and volunteers to submit to a man she barely knows?”
She whined. “I’m not like this.”
“Apparently, you are like this, sweetheart.” He got into a good rhythm and kept it up until her ass was bright pink and her legs were trembling. By the time someone walked by, she was too far gone to notice. “Move your feet apart.”
“No, no,” she gasped.
“Are you going to be a bad girl, Juliet, or are you going to obey me?”
“No.” She stood up straight, dropping her hands from the wall and brushing her skirt down.
He let her process for a moment, rubbing her ass like a silly baby and pouting to herself. Ugh, this girl made him horny. It wasn’t even a show to turn him on, it was just her honest reaction.
“Juliet, are you going to do what you’re told, or are you going to go home?” He forced his breathing to slow and tried to re-leash his Dominant impulses. “I’ll bring you home right now if you’re done. It’s okay.”
She glared at him, and he couldn’t resist running his finger over the stiff peak of one of her nipples. Yeah, she hadn’t liked being spanked at all.
“Home?” she asked, dazed, as though she’d never heard the word in her life.
“Do you want me to take you home?”
“No!”
“Then get back into position and spread your legs.”
Her chin jutted defiantly, and she didn’t move to comply.
“Wrong answer.”
He grabbed her upper arm, lifting until she had to stand on her toes, and then half dragged her up the hidden set of stairs to the attic before he even thought about the implications. He flipped on the bare overhead bulb and shut the door behind them before letting her arm go.
She looked around, eyes nervous, taking in the exposed metal beams and the chains hanging from them. The mattress on the floor.
The whole room had been resupplied with new everything after he and Bethany had parted ways about a year before. Although he came here to be alone sometimes, he hadn’t brought up company since then.
There was a door bolt he could have thrown, but he left the door unlocked so she didn’t panic. This was so much more convenient than bringing her all the way to his house, but it was still weird to have someone else in this space.
“You didn’t show me this room the last time I was here.”
“It doesn’t need renos. It’s my private room.”
She crossed her arms and glanced at the door.
“Do you want to go back downstairs?”
“No. I’m okay.” She didn’t look so okay, the way she was hugging herself.