Page 49 of Tormenting Me

“Wes, you leaving early?”

FUCK.

“Davis, yeah, I finished up those reports and uploaded them into the system.” I say, eyeing the doors. I just want to fucking leave.

“Well, alright. Have a good night and weekend, Wes.” He turns, looking every bit of disappointed and pathetic as he sounds.

I haul ass out the door and get to the car faster than ever. It’s amazing what some sexual motivation will do to a man. I pull out of my spot and peel out of the parking lot, heading home. What a surprise it will be for Ma Petite Mort, having her husband home so early from work. I don’t bother texting her to let her know. I enjoy having the element of surprise on my side.

Pulling onto the property, I know she can hear the car pull up. I grab the bag from the passenger seat and exit the car. Inside, I climb the stairs to the loft, making as much noise as I can.

“Fuck. Shit…fuck,” I hear her muttering under her breath. The sound of her scrambling around in the kitchen brings a smile to my face.

Layne’s standing next to the counter, still half naked, and all I do is smirk.

“You know you’re in trouble, don’t you, baby?” I croon, making my way over to the kitchen. “I hope you had your fun bratting because, baby…” I grab her hand and pull her into my arms, a fistful of her hair in hand tipping her head back. “Your ass is gonna be so red when I’m done with you. Then I’m gonna fuck you until you’re begging me for rest.”

I scoop Layne up in my arms, walking over to the couch. “You even wore underwear that makes this easy.” I say, dropping into the seat, positioning Layne over my lap. “Look at you thinking ahead, gold star for effort baby.” She arches her back, sticking her ass up in the air, as if she wants this. I glide my hand over her pert, round ass, loving the feel of her satiny skin. “Ten, and I want to hear you count them Layne.”

“Wes,” she begins, “I was joking around. There are more cookies.”

I smirk, chuckling at her backtracking. “Always bratting, but never wanting the punishment that comes along with it. Tsk, Tsk, baby.”

My hand comes down on her ass cheek, turning it the most beautiful shade of pink. I wait to hear her count.

“Ow,” she whines.

“What was that? Look at me, Layne.” I growl, pulling her head to the side by her hair.

Her eyes meet mine, “I said count.”

“One,” she whimpers.

My hand comes down, the satisfying crack of flesh making my cock thicken in my slacks.

“Two,” Layne says through a low moan.

My bratty girl loves this. We might have to implement more punishment in our daily routine. I’m all for some maintenance spankings.

Again and again, my palm reddens her ass cheek. Layne counts just like I told her to.

“Nine, oh Wes…” She moans. Her thong is a soaking mess, glistening on her thighs.

I slip the fabric to the side and my finger glides inside her with ease. A few strokes have her on the brink of coming, so I pull it out to suck her gathered arousal off. “Fuck, you’re delicious, baby.” I groan, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.

“Fuck it.” I move her over, keeping her up on her knees. I undo my belt and drop my pants. Pushing her thong to the side again, I enter her, groaning at the feel of her tight, wet pussy surrounding me.

My hands grip her hips, and I fuck her. I take all the stress, the frustration and Layne’s teasing out on her pussy. “You need to learn to behave, baby. Or I’m going to have to punish you like this again. Are you going to be my good fucking girl, Layne?”

“Probably not,” she moans as my cock hits her cervix, causing her to jolt forward.

Brat. God, I hope she isn’t a good girl. I fucking love this.

My hand comes down on her ass check one last time as I come inside her. Layne’s pussy spasms, holding my cock in a vice grip so tight I can’t pull out.

Layne falls forward into the pillows. “Ten,” she whispers.

I lean down and kiss her exposed back. “That’s my girl.”