Page 19 of Lonesome Man
He hissed through his teeth, then he tossed me over his lap.
Oh god. I’d never done anything like this, and I couldn’t help but squirm. I was a mix of apprehension and anticipation.
“Ready?” he said roughly.
“Yes—”
Tucker’s hand came down on my ass over my tights.
A startled cry left me, and I jerked and squirmed on his lap as the sting radiated from the point of contact.
“Keep still,” he said, “and take what your husband gives you. You know it’s what you deserve.”
I bit my lip and nodded.
His hand slid over my spandex-clad ass, squeezing one cheek, then the other, and I was all but panting to keep myself from squirming again.
He tugged my tights and underwear down, exposing my bare ass. Tucker growled low, like a freaking grizzly, and gripped one of my ass cheeks again, but tighter. “I told you, you needed to be a good girl, Libby. I told you, but you weren’t, were you?”
I shook my head, more tears welling in my eyes. “N-no.”
“No,” he repeated. “You were very bad.”
“I’m sorry,” I choked out.
He made another rough sound. “You treated me like I was nothing, like I was nothing to you…when you were everything to me.”
I swallowed down my sob, his words like blows to my heart, coming one after another.
His hand came down on my ass then, before I could beg his forgiveness, and I jolted again, a cry bursting from me.
He rested his hand where he’d spanked me, massaging over my hot, stinging flesh. “Tell me you’re sorry again.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
His hand came down again, on the other cheek this time. “I don’t believe you. Again.”
“I’m s-sorry, Tucker. I’m so sorry.”
Another slap, this one harder. I hung on to the arm of the chair, moaning into the fabric. It stung, but it…god, it sent throbbing heat to my core.
“Again.”
“I’m sorry,” I cried out, louder this time.
Slap. “Again.”
My pussy clutched, spasming around nothing. I moaned louder. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, this time unable to hold back my cry, and I squirmed because I couldn’t stop myself. My thighs were slick, sliding against each other.
Slap. “Tell me you’ll never leave me again,” he said, breathing heavily, his big frame trembling under me.
I squeezed my eyes closed, my ass lifting higher as I jolted against him. “I’ll never leave you again,” I choked out.
His hot palm slid over my throbbing cheek and he massaged it, then dipped his fingers between my tightly clenched thighs, sliding over my pussy, teasing the opening, dipping the tip of his finger inside me.
“Tucker, please.”
He was breathing heavily, the silence stretching out.
