Page 6 of Captivated By Him

Everything he says makes my insides melt.

His eyebrows raise. “Do I need to count?”

No, counting would be bad.

I think.

With a little shake of my head, I walk over to the couch. Once I’m close enough, he reaches out and grabs my hand.

“It won’t be so bad, Nicole. I promise.” He winks, then with one quick tug has me drawn over his lap.

This is ridiculous and stupid, but I can’t seem to stop the trajectory of the moment. Instead of fighting him off, I grab a pillow and bury my face into it.

His hand rests over my ass. “Did you stay in this dress because I was coming over?” he asks while his fingertips play with the hem of the skirt.

My cheeks flame.

“I think I know the answer,” he says with a small chuckle. The skirt of the dress is pushed up over my hips, baring my ass to his inspection. It’s only now I realize I’d chosen the pink thong for tonight.

“This is a bad idea,” I say and start to climb off his lap, but he’s prepared for my change of mind. His arm clamps down around my waist, pinning me to him.

“No. Lying to me was a bad idea,” he says and his hand smacks into my bare ass cheek. I freeze at impact. Another strike lands, and the heat from it thaws my brain enough for me to try to wiggle free.

“Wait. Stop.” I try pushing off of him, but he’s not ready to stop yet. He peppers my ass with swats.

“Not just yet,” he says as he continues to lay down smacks evenly across both my cheeks. I clench my eyes, fist my hands, but it’s mortification that haunts me more. Why did I allow this? What sort of idiot am I?

Just when I’m about to lose my composure he stops. “See, that wasn’t so bad. You did good.” His fingertips trail over the thin strip of lace covering my sex. At some point, my leg slipped off his lap.

My panties are wet, I can sense it and I’m sure he can see it.

“You did real good, Nicole,” he says again as his finger finds my clit. He shifts his leg to grant himself easier access. “And good girls are rewarded.” His words are heavy, seductive, and there isn’t an inch of me that doesn’t want his touch right now.

The pad of his finger rubs my clit in circles, pushing hard then soft, then hard again. “Such a wet pussy,” he says, slipping his finger beneath the thin strip of panties. “I’m going to make you come like this, Nicole. Lying over my lap with a red ass.”

“I don’t…” My words trail off as he finds my clit again and my mind wanders away.

My thighs tighten, my stomach clenches. Everything coils tight ready to spring free.

“So responsive,” he says, but I get the feeling he’s not talking to me. “Come for me, Nicole. Be my good girl. Be good.” He rubs faster, harder, pinching my clit then repeating the action until my insides are wound so tight, I’m either going to explode or rip in two.

“That’s a good girl.” He lays his fingers flat against my clit and rubs, faster and faster.

“Oh, oh, oh.” I curl my toes, throw my face back into the pillow. One more flick and I’m gone. I cry into the pillow as my orgasm rips through me. I’m tearing in half from the force of it, but I don’t want it to end.

The last wave recedes, and I go slack over his lap. He gently pulls his hand from my panties, and carefully returns my skirt down around my ass. Taking his cue, I start to get up, but he pulls me back down into his lap and holds me.

His erect cock presses against me through his slacks, but he makes no move to pull it free.

“You need to get to bed. I need to get back to the club to meet with my brother.”

“You’re leaving?” I look up at him for the first time since he put me over his lap.

He smiles. “Only until tomorrow.”

But I had promised myself only once with Jakub Staszek. “Okay.”

Chapter 2

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