“I didn’t let you protect me, sir,” I murmured.
His leg tightened across the backs of mine and his other hand wrapped around my waist. He pulled me firmly against him and I gasped when I felt his cock under my hip.
He was hard.
Really hard.
Not only that, but he was big. I shifted a little over his thigh nervously.
This whole thing turned him on. He was looking forward to punishing me like this and that did something strange to my insides. My core spiraled with need, and I whimpered when a single drop of arousal dripped onto my right inner thigh. I clenched my thighs together, hoping to hide it.
Was he going to fuck me after this was over? Was that the real reason he was here? And why was I so aroused right now?
I shouldn’t be thinking about any of these things, but I was. The most shameful part was I wanted him to reach between my thighs and touch me.
His palm smoothed over my bare cheeks again, painstakingly slowly. I chewed my lip and squirmed a little when his fingers dug into my flesh, gripping me. With a gasp, I pushed back into his touch.
His intake of breath made my core spiral with heat.
“Please,” I tried one last time.
“You need this, little girl, and I’m going to be the one to give it to you,” he replied calmly. My heart pounded and the blood rushed through my skull with fervent speed.
I wanted to fight him, but there was a tiny part of me that was terrified that he was right.
The way my skin was blazing hot as though I’d caught a fever.
The way my clit was throbbing and yearning for him to touch me.
The way my core was spiraling and craving his cock deep inside me.
The way I wanted him to fuck me.
I couldn’t control any of it. As if he could read the confused, panicked arousal coursing through me, he gripped me tighter and held me more firmly. He completely took away my ability to get away. He took control.
The only thing I had left was my dignity, but I was only holding onto that by a quickly fraying thread.
I swallowed hard the moment his hand left my backside, tensing expectantly, but his hand didn’t fall right away. Instead, he sat back. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, and I closed my eyes. For some reason, I could feel his gaze on me, assessing my bare cheeks and the way my body was quivering in anticipation and maybe a little bit of fear.
He groaned softly and my heart practically fluttered into my throat.
“I’m going to enjoy this next part very much,” he rumbled, his voice throaty and seductive. I closed my eyes, forcing a quick intake of breath.
His palm struck my right cheek and all the air rushed out of me.
The sharpness of the sound took me by surprise. I hadn’t expected it to be so loud. I panicked suddenly, wondering if anyone walking by in the hallway would hear it and know instinctually what was happening. My face flushed pink as the second spank hit, and I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. The noise was like that of a gunshot.
The sting followed seemingly ages later and was harsh enough to make my body jerk just a little in an effort to escape it.
I didn’t move much. He didn’t let me.
“That’s enough,” I squeaked.
“We haven’t even gotten started yet, bad girl,” he scolded.
A lightning bolt of fearful arousal flashed through me. I opened my lips to say something, anything, and his fingers tightened on my hip. Every single word died on my tongue.
Then the spanking really started.