Page 32 of The Dire Reaction

“It’s just, all those people,” she stammers. The catch of doubt in her voice rings through my ears, and I want to make her forget about every single one of them.

“Danielle.” I draw her name out, caressing each syllable with my tongue. “Do you need to be punished?” Opening my palm to her, my elbow props on my knee, an invitation if she’s willing. A shiver of expectation runs up my spine as I watch her roll her little pink tongue across her lips. The burst of the sweet scent of her arousal toys with my nose. A blush working its way up her neck mimics the blood rushing into my loins. My exposed palm cools while she debates, but I can already smell her answer. Her heart is beating faster, her breath rate is increasing, that pink that drives me wild works its way over her cheeks.

She just needs to give in.

“I-I’m not sure.” Her hesitation pushes a rumble from my chest. Her scent grows heavier, flooding my nostrils with her heady honey.

“Are you saying,” I can feel a smile tugging at my cheeks, “you chose me to participate for completely chaste purposes? And not in the hopes that I would bend you over and fuck you until you screamed my name?” Her palms flatten on the table, her nostrils flaring as she breathes even faster. I can hear her heart rate, screaming in her chest.

She’s close, the smile teasing her lips belies her. She’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“Maybe I did?” she whispers, her hand raising tentatively to brush her fingertips over my palm. She releases a squeak as I jerk her from her chair and pull her across my knees. The softness of her breasts rub against my thigh, and her pert ass sticking up exposes me to a full onslaught of her damning scent and reveals the wet spot soaking through her dark pants.

Pinning her chest across my leg with one arm, my other circles the orbs of her ass, my hand kneading each in turn. “You wanted this. You want me to make you come, don’t you?” She wiggles and moans on my lap, nodding at my words. A sigh escapes her lips as her first orgasm rolls through her.

Chapter eighteen

DANI

Thefirstwaveofrelease is just peaking when I feel the stinging slap on my ass. Involuntarily, I jump forward, but he holds me firmly against him. A lightning bolt races through me and I nearly come again as he rubs the spot he smacked, his fingers tracing the crease between my legs. His rigid hard-on digs into my side. I can’t help but shift against him.

What is going on with me? I’ve never been spanked before, but, holy shit, is it hot.

“So wet already, you came here tonight to get cock, didn’t you?” Another smack, I can feel my belly tightening as I jump. The heavy rubbing he gives my ass cheek pulls them apart, exposing my hot center to a rush of air. The sensation has me quivering as another smack sends me over the edge, bucking on his knees with wave after clenching wave rolling through me.

His long fingers knot in my hair, I can feel his lips against the shell of my ear, and hot breath tickles against my cheek. “Your punishment is I’m going to make you come so hard you forget the world exists.”

“Yes, please,” I pant. The hairs in his fist pull tighter, little points of pressure extending into my scalp.

“What did you say? I couldn’t quite hear you.” The hot touch of his lips on the lobe of my ear lulls me into a false sense of comfort. Another jolt of pain and pleasure rockets through me as his hand snaps against my ass a second time. My belly tightens as I squirm against him, his hard thighs almost bruising when I try and rub my own together.

“Please!” The word falls in a half scream when his hand connects again sending an electric current coursing through my body.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. The rumble of his chest against my back vibrates down to my core. I can feel it lick against my center from the inside. His hot hand slides under my elastic waistband and pushes my pants down to my knees. Cool air kisses the heat of my skin. I can feel my slick juices running down my legs in tickling rivulets.

Burning fingers trace my trembling thighs, lightly dancing over my exposed slit. With each brush, fire ignites within me. Pushing between my legs, the tips of his fingers press against my lower belly and firmly path their way down. When he presses between my folds and finds my throbbing clit, I leap forward with the sensation like a live wire of ice jolting through me. The moment his hand disappears, I brace myself, a knot coiling in my belly of expectation that binds harder and harder, waiting for the spank I know is coming.

Shaking, I’m holding my breath, my limbs trembling in anticipation of the bite of his palm.

“Sam!” His name flies from my lips when he plunges two fingers into me, a third brushing my hardened clit, causing an eruption of pleasure to course through me. Rolling on the high of another climax, the stinging strike of his hand on my quivering slit kicks me to a higher level, every muscle tightening as my empty sheath clamps down. He groans when he pushes two fingers back into me while I’m clenching, and strokes me, extending the pulses in my body until I can hardly breathe. I can feel his legs shaking beneath me, his shuddering breath playing on the bare skin of my back.

Clawing at his leg, I try to drag myself forward. I need a moment, a reprieve, but his arm across my back holds me firm. Filling me with each thrust, he twists his fingers to push deeper, rolling his knuckles to rub against that spot inside that rips the air from my lungs in blinding contractions. Just when stars begin to pop behind my eyes, and my jaw begins to ache from clenching it so hard, he withdraws his fingers to knead my ass, leaving me gasping and limp upon his lap.

“It’s so sexy to see you like this,” he growls in my ear. “You make me hard every time I think of you. I want you to see what you do to me.” Like molasses, his words pour over me. He thinks I’m sexy. A burning urge overtakes me to show him how he makes me feel.

His hand rubs against my ribs as he unzips his jeans. The full length of him presses into my side, laying across my back.

“Now, get on your knees like a good girl.” His hand is softer as he pats my ass encouragingly.

Wiggling my hips, I drop to the floor in front of him. He’s big. Bigger than I remember from my brief view yesterday. The purple throbbing head drips a bead of cum down his length.

Tentative in my inexperience, I gently wrap my fingers around him. He spasms with my touch. A low rumble vibrates from his chest. When I wrap my other hand around him, I’m a little panicked by how much still extends above my grasp.

Did he really have his entire dick inside of me yesterday? There’s no way. My fingers can’t even touch around his girth.

Operating under their own volition, my hands stroke him, my thumb smearing his beads of cum over the head. The salty sweet smell entices me to lean forward. I’ve never tried it before, but I want to taste him.

His fingers tangle in my hair. His thumb traces the length of my ear, sending a shiver through my body. “This is what you do to me.” His blue eyes are nearly closed. His jaw is clenching so tightly when I move my hands that I can hear his teeth grinding through his heavy breathing.

---