Her eyes move downwards, lingering on the crotch of my pants. She sinks her teeth into her lower lip and, with a relaxed nod, does as told. Brianna presses her elbows into the sink and sticks her ass out into the air. She waggles her hips and her supple rump jiggles in front of me.
“What are you going to do to me?” She coos.
Bleeding hell, am I the one trying to get my twisted delight, or is she enjoying it more?
“Pull down your shorts,” I order.
Her head snaps in my direction, and the quizzical expression washing over her face tells me she wasn’t expecting me to say that. Good, I’m still in control.
“But then I’ll only have my panties on,” she says, but her fingers still slide down her body, nervously twisting the button through the hole.
“If I had my way, you’d be naked. No shirt, no shorts, and no fucking panties.”
“Then have your way,” she says, hooking her thumbs into the sides of her pants. “Who’s stopping you?”
She pushes her shorts and they pool around her ankles. A growl tears through me at my first proper look at her lace, lilac panties. The material’s so thin I can see straight through them and into the landing strip, pointing directly to the motherland. My cock jerks violently and isn’t helping me stay in control.
She takes her position over the sink again. This time, she peers at me through the mirror as I approach. I don’t stop myself from reaching out and cupping a cheek. It fits perfectly in the palm of my hand as if her ass was designed for my touch.
“Tell me what you want, Brianna?”
My question catches her off guard. She stares at me through the mirror, her mouth parted slightly.
“Tell me that you want my hands on you, you want me to touch you, you want me to smack this magnificent ass until you’ve learned your lesson,” I say, tightening my grip on her cheek. “Tell me that you don’t want me to stop until I’ve left my mark on you and claimed you as my own.”
I can barely get the words out through my raggedy breathing.
“Do it. Do it all. I want you to ravage me,” Brianna moans. “Take me, make me yours, do whatever it takes.
Your wish is my command. I move my hand between her legs and part them until the light exposes her soaked core. I want to run my fingers through her slit, get my first taste of her, but I don’t. Punishment comes before pleasure.
With a hand on her neck, I press her head lower into the sink, ensuring her ass is the highest point of her body. I deliver my first strike against her delicate skin, emitting a thunderous clap. She winces and her body jerks forward. It had to hurt because my hand stings from the impact. I do it again and elicit the same response. On the next, Brianna pulls away and clutches her cheeks, shaking her head.
“What the fuck?” Brianna shouts.
“You knew what you were getting into.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’dreallyspank me,” she mewls.
“How else are you going to learn your lesson?” I rub my palms together to ease the burning sensation. “Now, come over here. I want to see my handy work.”
The stupid comment makes me chuckle. Even through the pain of her spanking, Brianna does the same.
“Turn around.”
She does as I instruct without a fuss. Resting one hand on her belly, the other on the small of her back, I guide her until her body is craned forward. I drop to a bended knee behind her and slowly lower her panties.
Brianna jumps forward but stops in place before she gets too far.
“Nervous?”
She nods her head without saying a word. The lower the lace sinks over her tender, voluptuous butt, the heavier her breathing gets.
I sink her panties down to her feet and she kicks them aside. Then I see it. The swollen skin burns a deep red from my handprint. Without thinking, I press my lips against the mark. My mark. My brand.
Brianna gyrates her hips and forces the cheek against my face. I wrap my arms around her thighs. The sweet scent of her pussy strikes my nose and sends my mind into a tailspin. I could lean in right now and get my first taste, but I’m not going to. Not before I hear Brianna say the words I want to hear.
“You’re mine, Brianna Declan. This just fucking confirms it.”