Chloe’s eyes darken, and she licks her lips unconsciously. “I think you just want to spank me again.”

“Guilty.”

Chloe’s breath catches, and I can see the desire flaring in her eyes. She glances around the café quickly before meeting my gaze again. “I think we should go to your place.”

I stand up, offering her my hand. “Let’s go.”

Chloe’s hand is warm in mine, and I can feel her pulse racing. We walk quickly, barely speaking, the tension building with each step.

When we reach my apartment, I fumble with the keys, distracted by Chloe’s closeness. As soon as we’re inside, I push her against the closed door, my body pressing into hers.

“Do you want it hard or soft?” I ask, my lips brushing her ear.

“Hard,” she breathes. “So fucking hard.”

I trail kisses down her neck, reveling in the soft sounds she makes. My hands slide under her sweater, caressing the smooth skin of her waist.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, my voice low and commanding.

Chloe’s eyes meet mine, dark with desire. “I want you to make me your bad girl.”

“Strip,” I order.

Chloe’s eyes widen slightly at my commanding tone, but a smirk plays on her lips as she slowly begins to remove her clothes. She maintains eye contact as she pulls her sweater over her head, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. Her fingers trail down to the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning them teasingly slow.

I watch her intently, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. My hands itch to touch her, but I force myself to stay still, savoring the show she’s putting on for me.

As she shimmies out of her jeans, I notice she’s wearing matching black lace panties. The sight of her standing there in only her lingerie makes my breath catch.

“Good girl,” I praise, stepping closer to her. “Now turn around and put your hands on the door.”

Chloe complies, her breathing quickening as she faces the door. I run my hands down her sides, feeling her shiver under my touch.

Irun my hands over the curves of her ass. “Now, I think you’ve been very naughty, teasing me in the cafe. What do naughty girls get?”

“Spanked,” Chloe whispers, arching her back slightly.

“That’s right,” I say, bringing my hand down firmly on her right cheek. Chloe gasps, her body jerking slightly at the impact. I alternate between her cheeks, each slap growing progressively harder. The pale skin of her ass turns a delicious shade of pink.

Chloe moans, a mix of pain and pleasure. “More,” she begs.

I oblige, continuing my assault on her ass. The sound of skin on skin echoes through the room, punctuated by Chloe’s gasps and whimpers. I can see the wetness gathering between her thighs, her arousal evident.

After a particularly hard slap, I pause, running my hand soothingly over her heated skin. “What if I tell you I want this ass of yours? Has anyone ever taken you here before?” I run my fingertip down the seam of her ass.

Chloe’s breath catches at my words. She turns her head slightly, looking back at me with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. “No,” she admits softly. “I’ve never... but I want to. With you.”

A primal surge of possessiveness rushes through me at her words. I’ll be her first, claiming a part of her no one else has touched.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice low and husky. “Once we start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

Chloe nods, her eyes dark with desire. “I won’t ask you to stop. I want this. I want you.” She wiggles her ass invitingly, and I have to take a deep breath to maintain control.

A growl escapes me as I turn her around and capture her lips in a fierce kiss. She responds eagerly, her fingers tangling in my hair. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom.

I lay her on the bed, drinking in the sight of her. Her hair is tousled, her lips swollen from our kisses. She looks up at me with a mixture of trust and hunger that makes my heart race.

I reach for the drawer where I keep my lube and condoms, never taking my eyes off Chloe’s beautiful form. Her skin is flushed, her breathing rapid with want.