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Chapter Six

Garret

She tasted like the ripest strawberries, summertime, and happiness. I wanted to dive deeper, burrow inside her, touch and taste, plunder and set her free. Hands wrapped in her hair, ruining her ponytail, and tugging enough to sting, I devoured her mouth. Sucked in her breath, wanting her inside me the same as I longed to do with her.

Whimpers and moans slipped past her throat, but rather than pull back at my show of aggression, she pressed against me, her small hands pulling at my shirt and hair as though frantic for more.

I yanked her up into my arms, and her legs wrapped around my waist. Hands on her ass, I squeezed. Hard.

She squeaked against my mouth.

One hand still gripping the soft flesh of her backside, I swatted her with the other.

Lissa jolted, tearing her mouth off mine. “What was that for?” she asked, breathless and eyes wide, her lips swollen and red.

“For slapping my arm.”

One of her eyebrows rose. “Punishment, hmm?”

“Mmm,” I hummed agreement while smoothing my hand over her ass. “And I’m not nearly done.”

She blinked as I sat on the seat she’d occupied, pushing her backpack aside from where it had fallen at my feet. “What are you doing?”

I settled her on her feet in front of me. “Friends with benefits in my lifestyle still need boundaries. So since that kiss was a definite yes, I need to know your limits.”

“I-I don’t know.”

Her answer jerked my aching dick inside my boxers. “So, we’ll take things slow, and if you don’t like something, tell me. No means no. Tell me to stop or wait, and I check in with you, okay?”

She nodded, her pupils eating at the hazel of her eyes.

“How do you feel about my handprints on your gorgeous ass?” I asked, squeezing them once more, praying like fuck she’d allow me to show her that pleasure came with the pain I offered.

Her breath caught and she swallowed.

“I won’t, if you think it will dredge up the past,” I murmured, trying to read every thought in her head.

“I wouldn’t mind something to remember you by,” she choked out.

Without a word, I yanked her pants to her ankles and pulled her down over my lap.

“Oh!” She dangled over my legs, her sneakers barely touching the ground.

I rubbed my hand over the soft globes of her ass. “Okay?”

“I-I guess so—”

Crack!

“Shit!” she cried out but didn’t try to escape.

“Lissa?” I asked through clenched teeth as my handprint blossomed to life.

“I-I’m good.”

I swatted twice more, restraining myself from letting loose. My marks on her ass? A fucking turn on like nothing I’d experienced before.

Whimpers made me think she cried, and I rubbed the red prints, soothing the sting I knew she felt.

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