Molly was in for a big surprise.
I scooped her up and hoisted her over my shoulder, my hand on her ass. It felt damn good under my palm. Juicy and so feminine. She let out a squeal, wiggling around a bit. But I wasn’t having it. I spanked her, and she held still, probably more from surprise than anything.
“Behave yourself.”
I squeezed her sweet ass and she let out another shocked noise. It was cute, but I wasn’t going to be distracted. I lowered her carefully to the bed.
“Now, we’re going to get a few things straight, you and I.”
I wagged my finger when she tried to stand up. She sat back down again. Good girl.
“We are together. This is not a fling. This is permanent.” Her eyes grew wide. “You belong to me.”
She opened her mouth to argue and I hushed her.
“And I belong to you too.”
Her mouth shut like a trap.
“So. Since you are mine, it’s my job to teach you when you get off-track. This right here is what I call a correction.”
I sat down and patted my lap.
“Lie over my legs.”
“What? You’re crazy.”
“You’re getting a spanking.”
“For what? I’m not a child!”
“No, you aren’t.” I gave her an evil smile. “I would never spank a child.”
She looked outraged, and I used her moment of distraction to pull her over my thighs. She wiggled but I just held her still until she wore herself out. I wasn’t going to spank her hard. I just wanted to make a point.
Plus, I really liked the view from this angle.
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I admired the round cheeks as she finally stopped struggling. Then I lifted my hand and swatted her ass. I felt my cock start to harden as I watched her butt jiggle.
Holy mother of God, that was sexy.
“This is for trying to run out on me again.”
Swat. Jiggle. Pause.
“This is for not accepting help when it’s offered.”
Swat. Jiggle. Deep breath. Pause.
“This is just so you don’t forget who butters your bread.”
She was laughing when I pulled her upright again. I frowned. Laughing? This was a serious matter.
“What?”
“Butters . . . my . . . bread?” She choked out each word around loud, unladylike guffaws. I scowled at her, then started to laugh myself.
“Young lady, do not make me spank you again.”
That only made her laugh louder.
“That was the world’s softest spanking.”
“Well, I didn’t want to hurt you. I was just proving a point.”
“You know, Callaway, you’re not very scary. Not like I thought at first.”
I pulled her close and stared into her eyes.
“You thought I was scary?”
“No. I thought you were hot and dangerous-looking. There’s a difference.”
I started smiling and couldn’t stop.
“You thought I was hot?”
“Oh, shut up, like you don’t know that you’re gorgeous!”
“Gorgeous? Hmm . . .”
I stroked my imaginary beard. But I was getting distracted. I needed to make my point. The spanking was only the first step.
“Lie down, woman. I need to do things to you.”
My smiled faded as she lay down without protest. I looked her over, from the tips of her bare toes, up the long, luscious legs, past the curved hips, trim waist, and narrow ribs to her unbelievable tits, all the way to her sweet, perfect, prettier than possible face.
“Are you going to behave, or do I need to restrain you?”
Her eyes got really big.
“Restrain me?”
I felt my lips twitch but refused to smile. I held out a finger.
“If you aren’t good, I will tie you up.”
“Oh.”
She was intrigued but not intimidated. That was fine. I wanted her gasping with pleasure and begging for my cock, not scared. I wanted her to admit she loved me, dammit.
And to tell me once and for all that she was going to stick around.
I started by running my hands over her. Over her clothes. I touched every bit of her, lingering the slightest bit over her most sensitive parts. She squirmed restlessly as I touched her, over and over again. I felt like an artist, painting a masterpiece. Using my gun to stain skin in colors and shapes that caught the eye and sparked the soul.
But I wasn’t using ink or paint.
I was just trying to get her to soak those cute little panties.
Hell, I wanted her to soak the damn bed.
So far, it was working. I knew I was fucking amazing in bed, even without trying. And I’d made her come before. Twice. But tonight, she wasn’t going to get satisfaction until I did.
I smiled grimly and traced the seams of her jeans. She was already horny. I’d seen to that. Ladies loved foreplay, and I was going slow as fuck tonight. She was going to overdose on foreplay. Each stage was going to last ten times longer than usual. And by dawn, she’d be begging me for release or riding my cock.