Going higher, I grasp a handful of her ass, kneading her soft tautness in my grip. She whimpers, and I remember something.
“I have watched for months, Allie. Every dance on stage, you do a special move. You do it on purpose to taunt me. You know it, don’t you?” I ask, her eyes flaring in realization. She always does it, no matter the routine. She locks eyes on my window and lifts the right side of her skirt, rubbing her hand over her cheek before smacking it once, daring me as she gives me the private smile that has fueled my fantasies. “And I agree that you deserve a good spanking.”
Without warning, I grab her around the waist, pulling her up from the couch and lifting her into my arms. She’s light as a feather, and as she flies upward, she gasps at the weightless sensation.
“Whaaaa? What are you doing?”
I don’t answer in words, instead turning and arranging her over my lap. Her head twists back, eyes glaring at me, but I can see the breathless anticipation underneath her argumentative nature.
Her eyes narrow, disagreement on her tongue, but I circumvent her with a good smack to her right cheek. She sputters incredulously, her eyes flaring.
“You actually spanked me?”
I give her a victorious smirk and do it again, this time to her left cheek before rubbing the fabric, wishing I could pull her shorts down and do it to her bare flesh. Later. My control of the world starts with my control of myself.
She doesn’t say a word, but I can feel the slightest hint of vibration against my thighs and I realize that she moaned. I’m certain it was unintentional. This woman wouldn’t give in so easily, but it’s a sign that I’m moving in the right direction. I pop each cheek again and again in quick succession, her shorts riding up as she begins writhing in my lap. Soon, I can see at least half of each cheek, right at the dimpled part where her muscles pull the curve in slightly as she dances.
“I think you like your punishment, don’t you, Allie?” I ask as I rub at the pinkening globes of her ass, soothing the ache as the warmth of her skin heats my palm. “Tell me.”
Her moan is all the answer I need, and her hips buck, lifting her ass to my hand, begging for more. I grab the fabric of her shorts, pulling them up tight between her cheeks in a sexy version of a wedgie that shows me her ass but also lets her pussy rub against the seam of the shorts.
Unconsciously, she grinds against me, rubbing that seam up and down her slit, soaking herself so much I can feel the hot dampness through the leg of my slacks as my own cock rages against her side, thick and throbbing.
I give each cheek one more solid tap as she cries out, so close to coming I can feel the tension of the precipice she’s riding. I bend down, laying one sweet kiss to each pained cheek and using my nose to nuzzle along her crack and close to her pussy, breathing her sweet arousal in, needing to take some piece of her into my soul.
Before she goes over, I carefully adjust her shorts, setting them back in place and helping her rise up from my legs. I place her in my lap, sitting on one thigh as if I’m Santa and she’s going to tell me what she wants.
She hisses slightly at the pressure on her sore ass and wiggles as she searches for some release, but she eventually settles, releasing her breath in a shaky exhalation that tells me she’s almost in pain from being denied her release.
I hold her wrists in the cage of my hands and all of her in the confines of my heart. She doesn’t move, but I know she can feel the rock-hard throbbing pressing against the side of her thigh, my cock demanding that it be allowed to fill her sweet, cherished folds and release my passionate torrent inside her.
But not yet. Because Allie was right. I’ve violated the codes of honor. And as much as this means a new start between us, I haven’t earned the right to that yet.
“Is that it?” she whispers softly, looking back at me in desire and confusion.
“Punishment and reward, sweetheart. For us both.”
She murmurs again, seemingly understanding even as the words are unintelligible. She half turns, resting her head on my shoulder, and minutes later, she drifts off, my arms around her waist and her warmth telling me that I’m an undeserving bastard . . . but I hold on anyway.
Chapter 7
Allie
The thought hits me as I towel off in my bathroom the next morning, the steam swirling around me and my body still tingling from all that happened last night.