I pull my hand out of my panties and pinch my own nipples through my T-shirt. “You could come over...”
“Be right there.”
Jesus. Something is seriously wrong with me. I shouldnotbe getting off hearing about some cocktail waitress’s punishment. Except it was seriously hot.
Bad boys can be exciting...don’t you think?
He was right. That was definitely part of the appeal with him. He isn’t the safe guy. The one I could bring home to my mother if she still lived here. He’s the bad boy.
He breaks the rules. Breaks the law. Gets a little rough.
I imagine Joey letting me watch him spank one of the cocktail waitresses or being one of the employees getting spanked by Sammy with Joey watching.
By the time Joey arrives, I’m two strokes away from another orgasm. He strides into the room, looking every inch the badass he is. “I thought I told you to keep that front door locked,” he growls.
I sit up in the bed, alert to the possibility he’s serious. “Sorry?”
A twitch of his lip gives him away. “Do you need me to help you remember?”
“No, sir.”
He smiles a slow, dangerous smile. “Come here, beautiful.” He crooks a finger. “I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
I crawl off the bed and approach, trying to figure out how I can call the whole thing off. As if there’s an audience I don’t want to hear, I whisper, “I didn’t really want, I mean—”
He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls my body up against his, smirking down at me and lifting his brows. “You didn’t want a spanking?”
I give a tiny shake of my head. “No?”
“I think you do.” He brushes his lips over my temple. “I think you want the spanking, but you’re just a little scared. Maybe a little embarrassed.” He nips at my neck. “Am I right?”
Joey
Sophie’s nipples poke through the thin cotton of her worn t-shirt, which is the only thing she’s wearing besides a pair of see-thru black lace panties. She lifts her pale green gaze and gives a tiny nod. I feel a surge of protectiveness at her vulnerability. Giving her my warmest smile, I promise, “You can trust me, Soph.”
“Do I get a safe word or something?”
“Sure, if you want. But I’ll pay attention. Do you believe that?”
The corners of her mouth tilt up, and she nods.
“Bend over the bed, naughty girl.”
She casts me a pleading look but obediently turns and folds her torso over the bed. It’s so fucking cute.
I take my time peeling the lacey panties down to her thighs, admiring the tight lean muscles of her ass and thighs.
I slap her ass lightly a few times then pick up the intensity, enjoying the sound of her gasps and the way her hips dance about to assuage the pain. I keep the pace slow enough for her to stay in control, only using a bit of my strength. When I sense she’s growing agitated, I stop and rub her warm ass with my hand. She arches her low back and rocks her pelvis to present herself to me, sending any self-control I had up in flames. I rub my fingers between her legs, loving when one digit sinks into her sweet heat. Then two. And because I’m in control, I deliver a few more slaps with my free hand just to feel her need grip my fingers.
She moans, making my cock strain wildly against my pants. I free my erection and push into her while reaching my hand around the front of her pelvis to rub her clit. She orgasms immediately, so I press deeply inside her until the clench of her muscles around my cock cease, and her body relaxes.
“Turn around, baby.” I pull out.
She makes a protesting sound when my cock leaves her but obediently turns around. I pick her legs up to bring her feet to my shoulders, tearing the panties off her legs and biting her calf as my eager cock seeks her entrance. Finding it, I slide in without assistance and begin to pump slowly, relishing the feel of her tight channel.
“So hot,” I murmur as she pulls up her thin T-shirt and pinches her own nipples. She undulates her hips, giving my balls a delicious rub every time they flatten against her. “Oh, God, Sophie, yeah,” I groan, gripping her thighs and hauling her closer. “You are so. Fucking. Hot right now.”
“Yes,” she moans, and I lose all control, coming all too soon, but wringing out every last bit of satisfaction, so when I finish coming, I’m dizzy with completion.