Page 294 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
Fuck, that feels so damn good.
“Harder?” She presses a hand lightly to my spine, just above the crack of my ass.
“Harder,” I breathe out, almost like a plea.
Smack.
Shit. I actually love this.
My body buzzes; every hit fires a thrill straight through me. I can’t help but press back slightly, wanting more, needing more, addicted to the sensation, addicted to her.
Her voice cuts through my haze. “That’s it. Take it for me.”
I swallow hard, chest tight, pulse racing.
I can take it.
I want it.
I want all of it.
Hell, I’m leaning into it now, not away. I’m giving myself over to her, letting her have complete control.
“Stay still.” Her command brings the experience to a new level. “Don’t even think about moving unless I tell you.”
I obey, and the anticipation makes my cock throb harder.
The clipboard drops with a snap.
Fuck, yes.
Every smack, every tap of the clipboard, every brush of her fingers along my lower back, and my straining cock drive me wild. I’m trembling, aroused, and desperate for more, but I stay still, trusting her completely.
“Good boy. Take it like you’re supposed to. You love being mine, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I groan, hips pressing involuntarily. “I love it. I want it.”
She laughs, clipboard poised again. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here. You’re mine for every tap. Every flinch, every gasp, every twitch is mine to watch.”
Another smack hits, firm. A groan painfully scrapes up my throat.
“Look at me,” she orders.
I glance over my shoulder, loving the bossy way her big hazel eyes stare me down.
“Say it. Say you like being spanked. Say it for me.”
“I—I like being spanked.”
Her smirk widens. “Good boy.”
She alternates between soft taps and firmer strikes.
Fuck, don’t stop.
I want it.
Give me more.
