Good grief! He wanted an answer, too?
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, just a dry rasp. Too bad her girlie bits weren’t having the same problem. Her panties were soaked!
Clearing her throat, she tried again.
“Yes.” This time it was a whisper, but that was an improvement at least.
He just nodded. “Strip, Ellie.”
She looked at him with startled eyes for long moments while a whole-body shiver rolled slowly through her, starting at her nape and threading its way to her ankles, leaving a tell-tale tingle in its wake. Was this really happening?
Cody pinned her with ‘the look’ again as she stood there like a deer in the headlights.
“We can call this off right now and put an end to it all, if that’s what you want,” he said softly, never looking away.
Ellie stared at him. It wasn’t exactly an ultimatum, but she got the distinct impression that if she made that choice, it would put an end to their relationship, such as it was. Was that what she wanted?
It would certainly serve to cut the decisions she had to make by a third, so that she’d only need to choose between Syrus and Ezra.
But somehow she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
She wanted to feel his hands on her again, she realized. She wanted to experience his dominance and his punishment. Or, more likely, his ‘funishment’. What did that mean exactly?
She blinked and jolted out of her preoccupation. It meant she was going to get naked for him, right here, right now, just like he asked.
Ellie tried not to feel self-conscious as she undressed. It was different, somehow, from being naked with Ezra.
That very thought brought hot color to her cheeks, as she struggled knowing that this would mean she’d been completely nude in front of two different men in the same number of days.
Don’t say it Gran!she warned her sub-conscious, before it even went there. The last thing she needed right now was a lecture on her sins!
She tried not to think about how graceless and ungainly she felt. Doing a striptease was not one of her strong points. The episode at the strip club had shown her that, if nothing else. And yet here she was with an audience of one, whose eyes were devouring her every move, and she was certain Cody didn’t miss a single thing.
She folded each item of clothing she removed and placed it on the chair she had vacated. When she finally shimmied out of yet another pair of sensible cotton undies and briefly wondered why she owned nothing more alluring, she was cursing the fact that she’d put the pile where it was, because now she couldn’t sit down and shield herself, at least partially, behind his big desk.
Instead, she dipped her head and kept her eyes fixed on the floor; her hands clasped together in front of her. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl, summoned to the headmasters office and about to get the cane.
She heard the distinctive squeak of the chair as Cody rose and watched as his feet came into view. She tried her best not to tremble too obviously.
A gasp was torn from her throat as he wound her braid around his wrist, then yanked on it to make her face him. There was no time to assimilate; his mouth plundered her conveniently parted lips and his tongue plunged inside, domineering and demanding.
Ellie was whisked away on a tidal wave of submission. She didn’t want to admit just how good it felt to let someone else take control. It seemed somehow at odds with the liberties her gender had fought for, but the simple truth was that she loved this aspect of Cody’s personality. It turned her on like nothing else.
He kissed her breathless and Ellie felt like she was just being dragged along for the ride. She uttered an inadvertent mewl of disappointment when he finally pulled his mouth away from hers, but she didn’t have long to think about it. A second later she found herself bent over his desk; her legs kicked apart, so that everything was on display. She didn’t have time to worry about that either as the first volley of smacks heated her buttocks, taking her completely by surprise; startling her, even though she had been expecting it to happen. It seemed Cody liked nothing better than to keep her off balance.
He warmed every inch of her backside to a chorus of her own shocked cries. She reached down instinctively to ward off the slaps, but Cody easily caught hold of her wrist and pinned it at the small of her back while he continued, without even breaking his rhythm. She tried not to think about how hisassertiveshow of dominance had her pussy weeping even more, despite the pain; or maybe even because of it. Then just as tears started to sting behind her eyes, he stopped and started the stroking which caused the magic to happen.
Ellie squeezed her eyes tight shut and bit her lip as copious amountsoftell-tale wetness bloomed between her thighs.
Cody aimed the next few spanks directly between her legs and what had started as a delicious heat turned into a full-blown inferno. The tone of the cries that were wrenched from her lips changed so much that even she could hear the difference. She sounded desperate and needy now, even to her own ears, and she gradually became aware that she was mumbling broken expletives and pleas. Not only that, but she was arching her back and straining towards him for more.
Another volley of spanking against her sensitive labia lips and Ellie was almost overwrought with the frenzy that grippedher body.
That’s when Cody started with the questions. It was a completely unfair advantage, she would think later, when her cognitive powers returned, but at that moment she was defenseless.
“Have you enjoyed your interludes with my brothers, Ellie?”
She sucked in huge draughts of air, trying to convince her muddled brain to concentrate.