Page 48 of Losing Ansley

"Is that why you won't leave me alone with him?" I ask her, and Lincoln's hand flexes on my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin, causing me to flinch. He releases me, rubbing small circles to soothe the pain like he didn't mean to hurt me.

"Yeah." She glances at Lincoln warily and sighs. "This will probably piss your boyfriend off, but I see how Chad looks at you. I'm not leaving him alone with you. Us girls have to look out for each other." She says, and I give her a small smile.

"Thanks, Leslie." I feel like a jerk for not coming out when she asked me to. Maybe that's why she's asked, so she didn't have to face Chad alone. "I'm sorry I haven't come with you before now. I won't leave you alone with him either. I can't promise I'll come to hang out, but if you want to hang out, you're always welcome to come to my place." I tell her, and she nods at me. I look at Lincoln again, and I can tell he is barely keeping it together. Leslie stands and grabs her plate.

"I think I've had enough socializing for one night. I'll see you in a few weeks." She walks away with a wave, and I sit there staring at my plate. Unease rolls through me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Chad approaching, and I grab Lincoln's hand on my thigh. His head pops up, and he scowls at Chad.

Lincoln maneuvers out of the booth and grabs my hand pulling me behind him.

"Leaving so soon!" Chad calls out, but we ignore him as Lincoln drags me out of the bar. He bypasses the elevator and heads toward the staircase pushing the door open. Pulling me around, I'm in front of him; he wraps one arm around my waist and the other around my neck. He walks me into the wall protecting my head so I don't hit it.

Even in his frustration and anger, he is trying to protect me. Before he can say anything, I speak up.

"I'm sorry, Lincoln. I should have said something to someone." I breathe out, and his forehead lands on mine.

"Yeah, you should have, and you will get punished later." He tells me, and a thrill runs up my spine. "While I may have been an asshole, you should have told someone. This is a serious issue, and we must keep an eye on this guy, sweetheart. I'm over five hours away, so we need tell Dylan what's happening." The agony in his voice makes me want to crawl inside him and comfort him. I hold on to him tight.

"Linc?" I start, and he cants his head waiting. "This is hard. I hate being so far away from you." I admit, and his lips find mine. He's unhurried, taking his time but completely devouring me. When he breaks away, he exhales slowly.

"Me too, sweetheart." I swallow and close my eyes, leaning my head back into his hand that's still gripping me. I've had an idea forming in the back of my mind for the past several weeks, and I wonder if I should bring it up to him but decide against it for now. He plants another kiss on me before pulling away and then leading me back to the door we came through. "We'll figure it out. I promise."

He guides me to the elevator holding me close the entire time making sure everyone knows I'm taken.

I STAND INthe middle of my bedroom, facing Lincoln, waiting for his instructions. We talked again on the drive home. He reminded me of the colors. I can say red at any moment, and he'll stop. I was squirming in my seat the entire time we talked, and he knew it.

It takes all I have to stand still and wait for Lincoln to speak. When I'm about to break, he crooks his finger for me to come to him. I don't hesitate. I walk to him, and he wraps his hands around my thighs and rubs them up to my ass and back down.

"We didn't discuss how often I get to spank this pretty ass of yours." He states, holding my ass cheeks in his hands, and I bring my hands up to his shoulders, trying to focus on him and not what he's doing.

"You were being a brat earlier today too." He reminds me, and heat travels up my neck. He runs his index finger up my crease, and I jump, causing him to smirk.

"But this is the first time we've done this, so I thought six. Two times for being a brat earlier and four times for not telling me about that fucker." I stare at him, thinking about getting spanked six times.

Can I handle that? I've never been spanked, not even as a child. My mom would grab me and leave marks but never spanked me.

"Ansley, this doesn't work unless you tell me your limits, sweetheart." He reminds me, and I bring my hand up to my throat.

"I was thinking. Ummm… I think I can take that. Besides, I can always say red. Right?" I tell him, and he smiles at my response.

"That's my good girl." He gives my ass a tight squeeze and then releases me, leaning back on the bed.

"Take your dress and undergarments off. Keep your shoes on." He instructs, and my heart stutters as I take a step back. I have on black Louboutin heels. It's the only thing I've splurged on since moving to Atlanta, and apparently, Lincoln likes it. They were on sale, and I couldn't pass them up.

I reach down and lift my dress over my head. I let it fall to the floor. Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra and let it fall off my arms as it joins my dress on the floor. I watch Lincoln watch me, and I breathe shakily as I push my panties down my legs and step out of them.

I stand in front of him naked as his eyes peruse me. His hand comes up to adjust himself as he gets his fill of me.

"I will never get tired of looking at you, gorgeous." He says, his voice gruff. I rub my thighs together, needing something, and he smirks. He tips his chin at me.

"Come here, sweetheart." I walk unsteadily to him. I stop between his spread legs, and his hands grasp my hips. "If I were to dip my fingers into that sweet pussy of yours, would you be wet?" He asks, and I swallow. He arches an eyebrow waiting for me to answer.

"Yes…" I trail off, and one hand comes up to cup me, and his finger slides easily along my folds. I moan and bite my lip but release it. I reapplied more lipstick on the way home, and I don't want to mess it up.

"So wet." He whispers as he slides his finger in and out of me, and I'm beginning to question if I'll be able to remain standing much longer. After a few more strokes, he removes his fingers and then brings them up to his mouth, licking them clean. My tongue comes out to wet my lips at the sight.

"Lay across my lap." I swallow and nod, following his instructions. I don't know how hard he will spank me, so I think six is enough for tonight. Once I find out how this feels, we may push the limits further next time.

I lay across his lap, and he situates me, so the upper half of my body is on the bed. He brings his hand down and massages my ass, then dips his fingers into my pussy again, and I squeak.

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