Page 101 of A Pawn in the Game
On an impulse stronger than my rationale, I turn right, off the road and through the neglected field.
“What are you doing?”she asks.
“You were a good girl for coming, but you still called me a lot of bad names. It wouldn’t be smart of me to let that fly.”
She sucks in a breath. “Since when are you being smart?”
My teeth press into my bottom lip, biting back a smile. She’s taunting me. Successfully, I may add. “Maybe it would be smart foryouto shut up now. Unless you want to not be able to sit down on the way back to the hangar.”
“I prefer lying down, anyway.”
I look back, noticing the road isn’t visible anymore. The tires dig into the soft ground beneath us as I step on the brakes.
I step out of the car with urgency, circling to her side and dragging her out with a tight grip on her upper hand.
“What are you going to do? Fuck me here on the ground?”
“Nope.” I place her in front of the car. “Turn around.”
She obeys, which is a miracle because I don’t know how much longer can my cock take before snapping in half.
My fingers wrap around the edge of her hoodie, peeling it over her head, along with her flimsy tank top. She’s not wearing a bra, which is another miracle. Her skin rises with goosebumps in the chill air.
Next up are her leggings. I peel them off just to her knees and do the same to her panties. The sun has set almost all the way down, giving me just enough light to illuminate her naked body. Pressing a palm to the middle of the back, I push her down until her chest is lying on the hood of the car.
She hisses. It must be freezing.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
She lets out a loud moan when my palm connects to her ass for the first time. It was a moderate strike, not too light, not too hard. Still, the first one is always special. The next one is much harder, but she expects it now. Two more hard ones in succession, and she’s already panting.
I bend over her to press my mouth to her ear. “Are your nipples hard, Sophie?”
She jerks her head up and down, but I need to see for myself.Taking both of her hands behind her back, I grab her wrists and yank her off the hood.
She was telling the truth. Her nipples are two stiff peaks, her tits red from the cold. My free hand doesn’t resist pinching them softly, eliciting whimpers out of her.
I press her back down to the car and land another slap on her ass.
“Is this hurting you, baby?” I massage her flesh roughly.
Her hips circle, trying to find some friction. “Not enough.”
“Not enough, you say?” With one hand holding her chest down, I use the other to unbuckle my belt and slip it out from the loops.
The sound crackles in the air, making her hiss.
The first strike is loud and sharp, mixing with her grunts. Her skin bruises instantly, the soft pink marks turning bright, angry crimson.
The sight sends all the leftover blood to my groin, and I’m forced to unbutton my pants, to relieve some pain.
“I need you to count these,” I groan, barely holding on to my sanity.
“One,” she whispers.
Nine more to go.Nine more before I can fuck her like I need to, hot and fast and hard.
The next five are quick but brutal, reddening the rest of the skin of her upper things and lower back. She counts each one, grinding her teeth.
