Page 47 of Drawn to You
I move toward him reluctantly. He takes my hand and pulls me toward him. I have no choice but to fall on his lap, facing down.
He wastes no time, dragging my panties down to my knees, and sucks in a breath.
“I’ve dreamed about this all night,” he says.
“What? At the hospital? Weren’t you worried about me?”
“Yes, I was,” he says in such a low voice while snarling. “I was worried, mad, and horny at the same time.”
“No way,” I say, biting my lip. “I can’t imagine.”
“Of course you can’t, Britt. It was hell, and it was torture. You’ve been tormenting me long enough. Now it’s my turn.”
I haven’t had the time to react to his words when I feel his hand cupping my bottom. He squeezes my cheek and jiggles it, sending a shiver throughout my body. I let out the breath that’s caught in my throat.Maybe he only wants to massage me. It isn’t so bad.
Just as I’m enjoying his touch, I feel a sting following a crisp slapping sound.
I shriek. “You didn’t really do it, Andrew Adams!”
“I did, and I’ll do it again, and again, Britt, until you have the experience burned into your head. So you will never disobey me again. Understand?”
I gasp. “You sound like a tyrant!”
My complaint earns me a growl and a sequence of slaps. His swats are playful. He isn’t really using any force, but still, my skin burns.
I dig my nails into the bedsheet, whining and whimpering. “Please stop, Andrew. I promise I’ll behave.”
He stops promptly and strokes my cheeks as if to soothe the pain. “You look like a ripe peach, Britt. I’m going to take a bite, okay?”
“What?” I cry.
“Just kidding,” he chuckles. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” I shake my head. Maybe a little, but I don’t tell him. I enjoy what he’s doing to me. I must be crazy. Does he do this all the time? “Do you spank all your girlfriends?” I ask.
He pauses for a second. “I’ve never had girlfriends, Britt, not to mention feisty, disobedient ones.”
“So this is your first time?”
“Yep.”
“Ooh. I’m honored!” I tease him in a sultry voice.
“Stop talking as if you want more,” he says, slapping my cheek again.
“Actually, I don’t mind you go on. I like it,” I say and wriggle my bottom to tease him.
“Jesus, Britt, you’re a slutty little girl.” He gives my butt a rough pinch, making me squeal again.
“And you’re a naughty big boy!” I say, giggling.
“Fuck,” he swears, and then, without warning, he shoves a finger down my wet slit.
“Ohhh,” I moan in surprise. It feels good.
Immediately, I feel a bulge rising on his crotch. Oh My! It’s his yummy joystick. I missed it so much. I grind on it without hesitation, and hear him groan. He thrusts his fingers into my vagina, making me jolt on his lap. “Christ, you’re so tight and wet, Britt. Did all that spanking turn you on?”
“Mmm, I guess so. Fuck me, please.”
