Page 112 of Bad for Me

Smack!

“Answer me, Everly.”

“Ow! Answerwhat?”

Smack!

My heart races and my skin burns. I’ve never been spanked before, and part of me is furious, while the other, needy part that sends all of my desire to my clit isbegginghim to do it again.

Smack!

“Woods, oh my?—”

“Answer. Me! You come in here, defiant, trying to get me riled up. Why? Do you think I’ll fall for your slutty tricks?”

“Slutty tricks?” Anger ignites under my skin even as my arousal leaks from my pussy down my inner thighs. “How dare you, asshole?”

Smack!

I moan and melt on his desk as he gently rubs over my stinging flesh.

“Admit it,stepsister. Did you come here just to fuck with my career? Did your mother put you up to this? She couldn’t just ruin my father’s life, so she insisted you ruin mine as well. Tempt me until I get fired?”

“Woods—”

“Why the fuck are youhere?I won’t fall for whatever this is, whore.”

What the?—

Smack!“Are you using me for something?”

“No!” Fuck, that last spanking actually hurt. I refuse to be accused of the awful things he’s saying, though, so I push through the delicious pain to defend myself. “I’m not tricking or using you! And I’mnota whore!”

“I don’t fucking believe you. The rotten apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. But you won’t poison me.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Each slap of his palm burns my skin, but deep inside, my coreaches. My body has never responded to anyone this way, and here I am moaning with pleasure because my stepbrother is spanking me.

He suddenly leaves my body altogether. Even though I know this is my moment to try to escape, I can’t move. I’m a pool of need against his desk and my breaths steam the polished wood.

“Woods… I swear I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Just what a snake would say. Don’t worry. You won’t be here long enough to fuck me over anyway.”

“Wh-What’s that mean? I’m not leaving!”

“You will,” he snaps as his hips flex behind me. Then he murmurs almost too softly for me to hear, “You have to.”

I “have” to?

“Why?” I ask softly.

His cock answers by pressing harder against my bare ass. Even though his slacks are an annoying barrier between us, I push back.

He curses and groans as his upper body slowly curves around me, covering me completely. One hand rests over mine, and the other trails down my curves and back to my hip. He thrusts uselessly and I meet him again.

“Fuck, Iwant…”His hand leaves my hip and brushes my ass as he shifts behind me. His zipper slides down slowly and I don’t dare move.

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