CHAPTERTWELVE
Shane
“He said he was going to spank me,” she whispers to me.
I look toward London who just laughs. I chuckle.
“This isn’t funny,” Snow hisses.
I forget that some things were kept from her, she didn’t have much of a childhood and most things were regulated. Even if she saw the ads for that BDSM movie, she wouldn’t have seen the good parts.
“Do you need a spanking?” I tease.
She glares at me and it’s adorable.
“Memphis, you got this? Just heat the grills and grab the steaks from the fridge. I’m going to get the other things I need in the pantry.”
Memphis gives a knowing grin.
“Come along.” I take Snow’s hand, pull her into my basement pantry, and lock the door.
“I’m not twelve.” Snow huffs, rolling her eyes.
“That’s cute.” I pull out a chair and sit. “You want to know what he meant by spanking?”
“Um . . .” She hesitates and her cheeks turn pink.
“Lay across my lap, bottom up,” I instruct, and she does.
“Some people like a little pain,” I explain, and she cranes her neck to give me a scrunched-face expression. So. Fucking. Sexy. “It makes their pleasure more enjoyable.” I slide her leggings down over her round ass, and I’m delighted to see she’s wearing a thong.
Snow wiggles on my lap when the cool air hits her ass.
I tap her left cheek lightly, and she squeaks. I tap her right cheek and she jumps.
And then I pull on her thong, making sure it rubs her clit as I slap her left cheek a little harder than before.
She moans.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she says on a breathy sigh.
“Talk to me.” I slap her right cheek.
“I didn’t like him hitting me, but this feels . . . different.”
“I’m not out to hurt you. I’m bringing you pleasure.” I slap her butt lightly and slip my finger under her thong, finding her nub and flicking it. I don’t want to cause her a setback and hit her too hard.
She bucks, but I slap her butt again, lightly flicking her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she groans as her orgasm takes over.
And I’m not done with her. I want a taste. I set her in the chair and kneel before her, sliding her thong to the side, lapping at her pussy like I’m a starving man.
“Oh, God.” She grabs my head and holds me to her. Slipping one finger inside her wet pussy, I can feel how tight she is.
I tongue her hole and then return to her clit. I’m so fucking hard. I unzip my own pants, pull out my cock, and stroke.