Laying over Parker Knight’s lap. Being spanked, his hand seeking access to her drenched pussy.
She didn’t know why she obeyed him. Maybe it was because he said he would never be repeating himself. But her clit pulsed, and the ache had become so all-encompassing, she worried she would go mad if he didn’t touch her.
The instant she parted her legs for him, was the exact moment she had given up her pride and she sobbed aloud at its loss.
“Please,” she begged, weakened yet in a frenzy at the same time. “Please.” She twisted and wriggled her body, pressing her pussy into the hardness of his thighs. Desperate to feel his fingers on her.
His body.
His cock.
Aching to feel the hardness of his cock currently pressing against her, deep inside her pussy.
She knew what he hid behind his clothes. Every muscle, plane, angle, his perfectly sculpted maleness had remained etched in her mind for too long.
She yelped in petulant agony when instead of stroking her clit like she wanted him to do, he spanked her pussy so hard she almost fell off his lap.
“Are you going to obey my rules?” he asked, calm and in control where she was a hot mess.
“No,” she shouted out of annoyance.
He struck her pussy again and she couldn’t take the fact that despite the blinding pain, she had relished that one split second where his palm had touched her clit. What was wrong with her?
“Again?”
“No. I mean yes. I’ll follow your rules.”
“Good. Just one more. From now onward, you will be sleeping in my bed every single night of your life. Understood?”
“Yes,” she said immediately, in case stalling to answer would earn her another strike to her pussy.
“Good,” he said. Taking that to mean the end of her punishment, Everleigh awkwardly rose from his lap. Her legs wobbled. Her whole body seemed like jelly and her thighs were slippery against each other.
She wiped angrily at her tears. She had never been more humiliated in all her life.
“I hate you,” she muttered softly. She owed it to herself to let those words out, but she also didn’t want him to hear them.
Trembling, she tried to march off, but Parker reached out and caught her hand.
He brought her back to stand between his legs.
Crap. He heard her.
“You hate me?” he asked, tilting his head slightly up to look up at her. She didn’t answer. He slipped his one knee between hers and parted her legs. She would have toppled over if he wasn’t still holding her wrist.
Without severing eye contact, his other hand traveled up her thigh. She squirmed and tried to move away but to no avail. She was as trapped now as she had been when he had laid her over his lap.
She held her breath as his fingers slid to the center of her thighs. She bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood as those same fingers touched her naked pussy.
She shut her eyes the instant he stroked her clit. Her whole body vibrated, and more wetness seeped from her.
When he slipped the tip of one finger between her folds and his thumb started to brush against her clit, she could hardly stand and was forced to reach out to him and hold onto his shoulders.
His power surged through her. Filled her up. Took her to a different world altogether.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded softly.
Everleigh obeyed him naturally, without hesitation.