Veck, this is a mis
take. But I can’t stop myself. Don’t want to stop, either. It’s like my hands are doing the only thing I want, and I’m dying for it.
I sit down and tug her over my lap. It’s the work of a second to arrange her slender, luscious form over my strong thighs.
She squeaks and squeals, twists to look up at me. The expression on her face—outrage, surprise—makes me chuckle.
“Mykl! Put me down at once.” She pushes at me.
“Gladly.” I smile at her. “After I’ve punished you.” I push her shoulder, gentle but firm, to make her lie flat.
“What?” She twists up again.
I shake my head. “You know exactly what I mean. From the second you set foot in my dome, you’ve done nothing but tease, sass and disobey. Try to rile me up. It’s time to get a few things straight.”
I use one hand to hold her against my legs by pressing on her back. With the other, I tug at the waistband of those tight pants.
“Stop!” She grabs my calves. “Mykl. What do you—”
“You know what I’m doing.” I bend down, letting my breath brush her neck. She stops fighting immediately. Her hands soften on my legs but she still holds me, her fingers loosen but don’t release their hold. Even through my pants, her touch makes me burn. The places where her fingertips meet my muscles come alive, nerves dancing. And veck, having her on my lap has made me hard as steel.
She wiggles on my lap. She can feel it, I’m sure.
“I’m going to spank you.” This time when I grab at the waist of her pants, she lifts up her hips slightly, as if encouraging me. Assisting.
My cock gets harder. I peel the fabric down and suck in a breath at the vecking creamy perfection of her thighs. For a second, all I can think about is tearing away that scrap of lace that covers her crotch, spreading those legs, and burying myself in her pussy. I lean over her body, unwrapping her long legs, inch by inch. When I toss the pants to the floor, I’m so hard it’s painful.
“But I don’t want to be spanked.” Her voice is quiet.
I don’t believe her for a vecking second. Because I smell her arousal, even through her panties. And when I look closer, I can see that she’s soaked the cloth. Oh, stars, what I’d like to do.
“You don’t?” I grab the lacy top of her panties and tug it up, hard, so that the fabric disappears into the crack of her ass and rides up against her pussy lips.
“Ohh,” she gasps and writhes on my lap. “I… don’t.”
“Mmm, well, that’s just too bad, then, isn’t it. Because it’s happening whether you want it or not. The only question is whether to take these off, or not.”
I tweak the waistband so it rubber bands against her hips, making a little snapping sound.
She gasps again. “Mykl.” There’s so much need in her voice that I nearly pull her up and kiss her.
But that would make things worse. I take a deep breath. “I want you to stop disobeying my orders. You need to do what I ask.”
“What do you want me to do?” She widens her thighs a fraction.
Veck, the things I want her to do.
“For now? Keep your hands down, don’t kick, and say thank you when I’m done.”
She makes a little noise of I don’t know what, maybe a question, but it turns to a cry as I raise my hand and bring it down hard across her ass.
The crack that rings out is so satisfying that I growl. My horns stiffen. “For this.”
I spank her again, a bit harder.
“Owww.” She hisses and bucks.
I hold her down with one hand. “Quiet. We’re just getting started.”