Page 113 of Bewitched & Bewildered
“Right now?” He leans closer with a dark look in his eye. “I want you over my knee. Come on.”
I savor these moments. After, I know he’ll fawn over me, and I love those times as well… but nothing makes me as weak asthis.
Ozan sits on the edge of his bed and pulls me onto his lap. As promised, he bends me over his knee. He’s strong enough that I feel secure in place when he pushes up my skirt. A needy sigh falls from his mouth as he rubs a hand over my clothed ass.
His fingers graze against my wet pussy, just for a moment, and then his touch is back on my ass.
I arch my back in wait.
“Do you know why I’m doing this?” he asks.
I smirk. “Because it gets you hard?”
I can feel the proof beneath me. His thick cock is straining in his pants, and I know I’m applying pressure by being here.
Another thing I know is that I’m pushing his buttons—and he loves it.
His hand comes down on my ass in a hard smack. I wiggle under his grip, suppressing a moan. That’s what he wants to hear, but I won’t give it to him so easily.
“Because you’re a brat.” He smacks my ass again, hard enough to leave a red mark. This time, there’s no hiding the moan that dribbles from my lips.
He rubs my ass, soothing the area.
“I’m not,” I say, just to be contrarian. “I’m a good girl.”
“My good girl asks before she touches.”
He pushes down my underwear, and this time, when his large hand comes down on me, it’s against my bare skin. The sound echoes through the room. He rubs my ass again, his fingers teasing my entrance as he does.
I whine and arch my back, begging for more.
“I can’t believe how wet this makes you,” he says, giving me another spank. His free hand pushes my hair out of my face.
I turn my head to meet his gaze. “I want to be good for you.”
“You could have fooled me.” He smacks my ass again, making eye contact this time. It’s almost enough to finish me without a single touch. His rough fingers grip my ass.
I let out a cry of pleasure—and pain.
His touch is harsh, but his voice goes soft. “Do you need to use your safe word?”
I shake my head. “No. No.”
“You like this, don’t you?” His fingers dip into my wet entrance, teasing.
I nod vigorously. “Yes. Yes, please.”
“I can’t believe it. You’re already begging for me.” He pushes two fingers in, and a soft growl emits from his mouth. “You’re so fucking needy.”
“I am,” I whine.
“What do you need?” His fingers pump into me, but it’s still too slow. Not enough.
“I need to come.”
“Hm…” His fingers slip out, moving to my clit and rubbing me in firm circles. “I don’t know if you deserve it.”
“I do.” If he’s touching me, I won’t be able to hold off for long. I don’t think he wants me to. His hips twitch under me, and he touches me the way he knows I like it. The way I need it.
