Page 8 of Forbidden Heat

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The Game

Am I really doing this?Asking my old mentor’s daughter if I can initiate her into my world? I know it’s foolish, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

It’s only been a few hours since Haley walked into my house, and she’s already tested me, intrigued me, aroused me, more than most women ever do. Her sweet, round ass, turning pink under my hand … fuck, yes, I want that.

And hearing her moan my name while I make her come. That, too. I want to feel her vise around me while we drive each other mad.

I seldom second-guess my instincts, but I’m doing it now. They’re telling me that once I get my hands on her, everything will be fine. Maybe; but maybe that’s wishful thinking.

“One punishment, then,” I tell her. “If it turns you off instead of on, then we’ll know this isn’t a good fit for you.”

She worries her lower lip between her teeth. Her expression, though, isn’t anxious or fearful. A little nervous, yes, but more excited. “Yes, all right.”

I lead her away from the bed, to a chair against the wall. She’s still wearing the outfit she arrived in — jeans and a t-shirt. The clothes hug her curves, but I’m restraining my more carnal thoughts for now.

If this doesn’t work, I don’t want to set myself up for too great a disappointment.

Taking a seat, I tug her down and run my hand over her denim-class ass. Her breath goes shallow; so far, so good.

I start off slowly, a few swats followed by gentle rubbing. Her breath catches, but she doesn’t say anything. “If you need me to stop, Haley, just tell me.”

“I will.”

With that, I force all thought aside. A good spanking requires me to be tuned in to her; if I’m stuck in my head, I won’t be able to give her what she needs.

Pure instinct guides me as I build her slowly up. She’s breathing hard when I stop, but that’s all. “Stand up,” I tell her gently, and when I’ve helped her to her feet, “Jeans down.”

She bites her lip again, but complies, working them down to her knees. When she’s across my lap again, her French-cut panties give me a glimpse of her ass, beautifully pink. I’m instantly hard.

“Remember,” I tell her. “If it hurts too much or you get too scared, tell me to stop.”

“All right.” Her voice is a little shaky, but I’m not certain if it’s nerves, excitement, genuine fear, or some mixture of them.

This time, I capture her wrist and pin it against her back before I go on. Without the heavy fabric of her jeans in the way, she’ll feel these a lot more.

As soon as my hand cracks against her ass, she jerks in my hold, her hand instinctively trying to get free. She’s got enough presence of mind to stop me if she needs to, so I keep going, and before long she starts to kick.

When I stop again, she still hasn’t cried. Time for phase three. I start to work her panties down, and she sucks in a breath but stays silent. “Lift your hips,” I say, and she does, so I can get the panties completely out of the way.

When the scent of her arousal reaches me, I have to steel my nerves so I can finish, and not just throw her on the bed and eat her pussy for the next few hours. I hadn’t even planned to go this far, but she’s responding beautifully. A good cry, and she’ll get her endorphin rush for the evening.

It doesn’t take long. A bit more force and briskness against her bare skin, and her tears begin to flow. When she’s crying hard, I sit her up and cuddle her against me, stroking her hair.

I’m ready to explode, but I’ll take care of myself in a bit, once I’ve seen to Haley. “How are you doing?” I ask when her tears subside.

“I … that … wow.”

Her head’s tucked into my neck, so I let myself smile. I wouldn’t want her to think I’m making fun of her. “Not too much?”

“I didn’t ask you to stop, so I guess it wasn’t.”

“And now that it’s over?”

“It was ... really intense. Was I supposed to cry?”

“Yes. It releases endorphins; it’s very cleansing.”

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