Apparently having done this before, Elouise walks through the pitch-black garage to the door that leads into the house. And without the accompanying sound of a key in a lock, she opens that door too.
Unlocked.
The entire way into her house was unlocked.
A soft glow fills the doorway, silhouetting Elouise as she steps up into her house. And the static in my brain is now a full volume buzzing.
I shove the door shut and flip the deadbolt in place.
Elouise has slipped her shoes off and is standing barefoot in front of me. Looking sexy, and cute, and extremely fucking vulnerable. The perfect picking for a predator.
“This is Not acceptable!” my volume is low, but I can feel the intensity of my words crackle in the air between us.
She freezes, holding still as I take a step closer, “But I thought you wanted to-”
My jaw flexes as my hand darts out and grips the base of her ponytail. “What I want is for you to be safe.” I growl, the full breadth of my emotions coming into focus. Anger at her for being so foolish. Anger at myself for not checking that everything was locked up. And a bitter mix of helplessness and worry because what if…
The haze intensifies.
“What are you talking about?” Elouise pants, eyes wide.
“I’m talking about you living in a house with a door that isn’t locked!”
Her mouth forms an O as it clicks together. She reaches up to place her hand on my biceps. The look on her face tells me her next words are meant to placate me. “It’s always been like that.” But as soon as she says it, she realizes her mistake.
“Always.” Keeping my hold of her ponytail, I walk her backwards towards the living room. “It’s always been like that?” She stumbles but I loop my other arm around her waist to keep her upright. Her feet skid across the floor as I take the final few strides to the couch.
“Beckett-”
I don’t wait for whatever excuse she’s going to try. Changing my hold, I spin her sideways, so her shoulder is against my chest and her hip is pressed against my cock. I hook a forearm around her stomach and use my other hand to bend her over.
“What are-” her words turn into a squeal when I lift her into the air, bent in half over my arm.
“Feet up,” I snap. And her knees bend.
With one step to the side, I drop myself into a sitting position on the arm of the couch, Elouise draped perfectly over my lap. Face inches away from the seat cushion, feet dangling in the air.
“Beckett, what are you doing!?”
“Teaching you a fucking lesson.”
Reclaiming my grip on her ponytail, I hold her in place while my other hand pulls up the hem of her dress until a pair of lacy white panties are revealed.
The material stops just above the bottom curve of her ass, covering most of the cheek. That won’t do. I tug the material until it’s bunched in my fist and give it a firm tug. The movement snugs the material between her cheeks, and since I’m pulling from the back, it’s tightening along her front, putting pressure on her pussy.
She moans, and I tug it a little harder.
“God, Beckett…” she wiggles in my grip and images of that unlocked door snap back into the forefront of my mind.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’re gonna shut your mouth and take your punishment like a good girl.”
I release my grip on her panties, the material secured between her ass cheeks and out of my way.
“Punishment?”
In answer to her question, I let my hand come down against her bare flesh.
She shrieks, and I rub my hand over the sting, only for a moment, then I spank her again. The sound of skin on skin going straight to my dick.