Page 36 of Incoming Layne Shift

“Not even close, baby. I want you touching your toes. Let me see that perfect ass of yours that you were so quick to taunt me with earlier.”

She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, lightly biting it before continuing to fully bend down. The back of her dress crept up her backside until most of her ass was entirely exposed to him.

With his cock reacting to the sight of her holding that position he contemplated plunging himself into her right then and there. He convinced himself to hold off, he wanted to teach her bratty side a lesson. “You realize how much I wanted to toss you down on that table tonight and spread your legs, not giving a fuck who saw? I would have drunk shots of vodka off your pussy before shoving my dick in you.”

Layne had heard her fair share of dirty talk, but Gage’s mouth was in a league of its own. The thin strip of her thong was very quickly getting soaked from her arousal as his vivid description had her aching from her core.

“Now, take off those panties and come sit on my lap.” His palms rubbed down the length of his muscular thighs.Gage focused on keeping his hands to himself so he didn’t get hasty and grab hold of her. There would be plenty of time for him to have her whenever it suited him, but tonight he had other intentions.

Her fingers hooked onto the sides of her thong, tugging them down her legs, and stepped out of them. After she straightened up, she brushed some of her dark locks of hair away from her face. Her face was flushed from all the blood that had rushed to it from being bent over for him.

She walked up to him, taking her spot and straddling his hips as her dress rode up past her hips to reveal what lay underneath. As she sat down on him, she could feel his cock trapped in his pants, begging to be freed.

“Mmm, you’re doing such a good job listening. That’s what I want from a good little submissive.” Resting his hands on top of her thighs, he shifted his hips under her weight that rested on top of his erection. He didn’t need to glance down to know her arousal was leaving its mark on his pants. She fucking wanted his cock in her as much as he needed to give it to her. “I want to see what else is mine underneath this dress.” Gage ran his tongue over his lips, his hunger for her increasing.

Layne unhooked the decorative chain from around her waist first, dropping it onto the cushion next to them. Then, she pulled at the bottom of her dress, sliding it up until it was fully stripped from her body. Her fingers found the hooks of her bra and popped them free, letting that last piece of her clothing fall to the floor. The only thing remaining on her body were those over-the-knee boots she had been wearing all night.

Gage stared at the sensual buffet in front of him, he forced his arms back to rest along the back of the couch as he sat there. If he continued to lay his hands on her body, he knew there would be no stopping himself.

“Are you always this demanding?” She playfully asked him while her hands rubbed up the front of his chest, enjoying the feel of the solid wall of muscle under his shirt.

Allowing her hands to explore his body, he grinned at her question. “You haven’t seen demanding, yet. After the way you behaved tonight, taunting me with your ass, you’re going to fucking find out. Consider yourself lucky I’ve shown as much restraint as I have.”

“Oh, poor Daddy Gage, couldn’t handle a little tease?” Layne playfully chided him with a fake pout. The attitude with this one was strong tonight.

His hand immediately found its place on her throat, pulling her face towards his own. “Don’t. Play. With. Me.” Gage’s breaths were burdened with his desires as he fiercely stared at her. God help him with this woman that was driving him and his cock wild. With his hand on her throat, his imagination was drifting towards what his cock would feel like deep inside of it. How would her gags sound? Would her stunning eyes tear up?

Layne’s gasp was nearly tainted by a moan when his strength took hold of her. Softly she spoke, “Whatcha going to do about it?” Her hips rolled against the bulge of his pants to add a little extra tease behind her provocation.

His hand dropped from her neck and he growled in response to her body grinding up against his already throbbing dick that wanted to find its way deep inside her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he stood with her, walking over to one of the many windows that overlooked Midtown.

Gage put her down on her feet. He spun her around and bent her over so that she was revealing herself to the skyline of the city just on the other side of the massive window. “Don’t move.”

Layne gave a cheeky little smile but obeyed him, holding her position there.

He took off his shoulder holster, laying the equipment down on the coffee table next to them. His fingers yanked his shirt from his pants before undoing each button down the front until he could slip it off from his body.

Stepping up to her side, he ran his hand down her back and over the curve of her ass enjoying the softness of the skin underneath his fingers. “You’re going to count for me.”

Her eyes tracked his movements, admiring the sight of him shirtless. “Count what?”

Smack!

A harsh sting of his hand coming down on one of her ass cheeks had her jolt from the sudden impact.

Gage smiled as the red outline of his hand graced her flesh. “If you want to show this hot ass off, you can do it for all of New York to see.” His hand rubbed over where he had smacked, easing some of the heat of the strike. “But, you’re gonna do it with my handprints all over it so there is no mistaking who this ass belongs to. Do you understand me?”

The warmth of the smack against the curve of her behind wasn’t the only heat in her body, her core was growing hotter with desire for his touch over more of her body. She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He gave a grin filled with satisfaction at her response. “Now, fuckin’ count until I’ve decided you have earned my cock.” On the same spot he had just swatted her, his hand came down on it again.

Layne squeaked out, “One.”

Gage brought down several more spanks on the beautifully fair skin, watching as it glowed an angry red with his large handprints. He waited between each one for her counts and about halfway through he switched to her other side. A total of six on each cheek plus one extra for all her sass.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the beautifully marked skin when he was finished. “You did so well, baby.”

She was still bent over, breathing heavily, caught between the line of pain and lust each time his hand made contact with her.

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