Page 80 of Auctioned Surrender

He extends a hand to me. “You can say no, but if you don’t, it’s time to learn what I mean by a consequence, Princess, and ask me for your spanking.”

Chapter 20

Dereck

The gold flecks of desire bouncing from her deep brown eyes are intriguing and arousing, causing my pants to draw tight.

I take a seat on the couch and stand her in front of me. “We can do this one of two ways. Completely dressed or bared only to your ass, princess. It’s your choice to make, but only because it’s the first time.”

Her eyes are hazy with desire, but she swallows hard, reminding me of her inexperience in matters like this. I turn her palm upward and scroll a pattern, a small, silent reassurance that she’ll be safe under my hand.

She surprises me when not many things do. “What would you prefer, Dereck?”

“I’ve wanted to bare your ass since you sassed off at me the very first time, Layla. I’d like you to bare your ass to me willingly, and only that, knowing you’ll be receiving the consequence I warned you about, but that you’ll be secure under my hand. It may sting, and you may wish it were over far sooner than it ends, but you won’t be harmed and will always be safe under my care.”

Layla’s eyes begin to dilate, and her breathing softens. “Take off your pants for me, princess.”

Her cheeks brighten, and her breath hitches, making my cock turn to stone as I watch her settle into her need. She unbuttons her jeans while her nipples harden under her thin tank, letting me know how turned on my fiery beauty is and that she is ready to submit.

She slides her jeans off, pausing at her hips and giving me a coy smile.

“No show or teasing tonight, princess,” I say as she tries to seduce me with her charm.

She purses her lips and slides her pants over the toned curves of her hips.

“All the way off. Panties too.”

She inhales, and then, in quick movements, slides her pants down to her feet, using her toes to tug off the jeans past her ankles and feet. She touches the waistband of her panties, playing with the lace, dragging this out, and still trying to get the upper hand.

“If you keep toying with me, princess, you’re going to earn more than you bargained for. Now quit teasing and slide those beautiful panties down around your ankles so I can spank your sweet little ass.”

Her eyes lower, and she does as I ask. “When I bend you over, you’ll stay right where I put you. You won’t kick, bite, hit, or any of that to get me to stop. I told you the consequence of using that word, yet you chose to use it anyway. Not only that, but along with lying, you left me without telling me where you were going among a multitude of other infractions we won’t even address here tonight. I realize this dynamic is new to you. If, for any reason, it becomes too much, emotionally or physically, I expect that you’ll simply ask me to stop, and I will. Understand, princess?” I ask, observing her for any signs of fear.

She looks like a dark-haired angel with dilated and hazy bedroom eyes, watching me intently as her hardened nipplesstrain against the thin material of her tank. Her hitch of breath without answer tells me she’s still getting her mind wrapped around the idea of getting spanked, but she’s not scared, just turned on and nervous.

“It’s time, princess,” I tell her, tugging her gently over my lap.

Layla’s arms dangle over my legs, and I can feel the inhalations of her breathing and the heat of her body through my pants.

I settle her in, helping her get into position, rubbing her ass cheeks, one side and then the other, admiring the firmness of her rounded derriere.

She stretches her toes and leans into my thighs, getting comfortable.

“That’s right, princess,” I say, glad to see that she’s accepting of her spanking while admiring the graceful view her stretch presents.

“I sense you’re not experienced with the lifestyle, but you’re not completely new to it either. Have you been someone’s submissive before?”

She doesn’t answer right away, but I give her the time she needs, intrigued by her knowledge and desire but relative inexperience.

“No, but I wanted to be. The job didn’t lend itself to that type of relationship.”

“I see. So only play sessions, no relationship?”

“Exactly. He wanted more, and in a way, I did too, but it would have meant giving up everything I had achieved. I couldn’t do that.”

I inhale deeply, knowing that I’ve now been the second who’s asked her to give up her profession and that she’s said no to both of us. A long-term relationship simply may not be what she is willing to give. The rest of my plans for her this evening will need to wait now, but I made it clear that whether she belonged to meor not, this is what would happen if she used that damn word with that tone again, and I fully intend to carry out my promise.

The way her ass lays across my lap makes my cock throb with desire underneath her.

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