Page 24 of Gunner

I begin to protest, but he lays me across his massive thighs, barely covered by his damp towel. A shiver zips down my spine as I’m reminded of my nakedness when my bare breasts sway against his legs. My arms shift to cover my body—old habits die hard—but he quickly swats my hands away.

“No, baby. I’m going to see all of you. And, eventually, you’ll learn to like it.”

Anticipation burns inside me as my breaths quicken, becoming choppy. “Wh-what are you doing?”

There’s no response, only the feel of his calloused palm running along the underside of my thighs, over my ass, and across my back.

I hesitantly relax into him while he massages the fleshy globes, desire sparking in my veins. Then, he exposes my heated pussy that’s already wet with arousal, and goose bumps lift the fine hairs on my arms. But just as I start to enjoy his rough hands on my supple body, a sharp thwack rings through the air, accompanied by a stinging sensation on the surface of my skin. I bite down hard on my lower lip to keep from screaming out.

James spanked me.

When I whip my head around to face him, he smacks my ass again, but on the opposite side, then gently rubs to soothe away the pain. A mix of reactions courses through me, but I don’t trust myself to speak just yet.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” His deep tone is almost menacing.

I remember when he warned me this was coming, but I thought he was joking and I have no idea what it’s for. “No, I… I don’t?—”

My words turn into a moan when his fingers brush along my pussy, lightly stroking between my lips. I arch my back as one finger slips inside, lazily moving in and out. But there’s no time to relish his touch before he strikes me again, harder than before.

“James!” I cry out—a combination of pain and unexpected pleasure.

“You didn’t call for me.”

I blink rapidly as heat lingers on my ass. What is he talking about?

When I don’t respond, he continues. “At the store, that fucker put his hands on what’s mine. And I’ll kill him for that later.” He caresses my body as if it’s something precious, making me crave more of his touch.

Then he kisses my back while pumping two fingers into my dripping pussy. I try to stifle my moan, but I can’t stop the sound from cresting over my lips. I’ve never been spanked before, and I’m confused by the heady blend of pain and lust and need swirling inside me. I don’t want to like this, but my body delights in it, ready to take more of what James is dishing out.

“I tried to get away from Snake. I swear I did,” I insist, but James ignores me, squeezing my cheeks hard before adding another finger.

“I’d say you didn’t know the rules, didn’t know that you’re supposed to call your man at the first sign of trouble. No matter where you are or what you’re doing.” His fingers pick up speed and my head lolls when I’m filled with bliss. “But you’ve known me for a long time, Lil. You know that you can trust me to take care of you and protect you and destroy anyone who fucking dares to hurt you.” His fingers curl against my G-spot over and over, forcing my orgasm to the surface. “That shit hasn’t changed just because we’ve been apart.”

I’m so close…

“I’m sorry, I?—”

He abruptly removes his fingers and blisters my ass with two more swats.

“Ugh! James!” My orgasm evaporates and my hands itch to cover my stinging cheeks, but his serious expression warns me I better not.

“Do you have any idea what it felt like seeing that motherfucker with his hands on you? I don’t like feeling that way, especially when I could’ve stopped it with a bullet to his head.” James’s fingers find my core again, relieving the ache inside me, while his other hand pinches and teases my nipples. This back-and-forth is maddening, the aching need building inside almost overwhelming me.

“I’m not used to having someone around to help me.” And that’s the honest-to-God truth. He can’t be mad at me for that.

“You have me now, baby. And this sweet, red ass of yours will serve as a reminder. I don’t care what you need, you call me first. Gas in your car, groceries, fucking tampons… I don’t give a fuck. You call me.” His hands roam my body, stroking and kneading, as if he can force his words into my flesh. “If you scream my name, Lil, I’m running. I’ll find you, wherever you are. Understand? And if you forget that you have a man now, then I’ll leave more handprints to remind you.”

My slick walls clamping around his thrusting fingers, as I push my ass back against his hand, is my only response.

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I think you like being punished, don’t you, Sunshine?”

My body moves to the rhythm he sets, my pussy clamping down a second time when he drags his fingertips over that magic spot again. I close my eyes, unable to hold back the loud moan that parts my lips.

“Good girls know they need to be quiet. Do you need another lesson tonight?”

As much as I’m intrigued by the pleasure derived from spanking, I need this orgasm like I need my last breath. “I’ll be good. I promise,” I pant.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, then kisses my shoulder. “Does it feel good, riding my fingers? You don’t have to answer. I know it does. Your juicy cunt is dripping down my wrist.”

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