My badass biker king flossed his teeth.
It explained why he had such pretty canines but still, it always made me laugh to see him dutifully care for his teeth.
I was tugged from my contemplation as the screen door at the side of the house opened with a soft screech, then the main door after that. King never used the front door. When I’d asked him why, he explained that only guests use the front door. It was a weird philosophy but I kind of liked it.
“Cress, babe?” he called out.
Even in the two words, I could hear his frustration with the events of the last thirty-six hours. I wanted to take his burden away from him and I thought I had the perfect idea of how to do it, which was why I was perched on the edge of my desk in the freezing study.
“In here,” I called, my voice unintentionally husky with anticipation.
My heart palpitated unevenly as the steady thump of his boots grew closer. When he rounded the corner, I had to catch my breath at how stunning he was. The impact of his masculine beauty affected me the same way every time I saw him, if it was minutes, hours or days since I last laid eyes on him. He was just that beautiful, and I was just that sunk.
“What do we have here?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe in a grease-smeared tee and his favorite old blue jeans. His hair was in disarray, loose around his shoulders but so blond it glowed even in the low light from the single desk lamp I’d turned on.
I licked my lips at the thought of the game I’d set in motion.
“I came to talk to you about that extra credit you said I could earn,” I said, looking up at him through my eyelashes as I wiggled my hips coquettishly back and forth. The movement swished my little plaid skirt over the sensitive skin of my thighs and made me shiver.
He hadn’t specified plaid in his fantasy but I thought it was appropriate.
I watched his eyes crackle and burn, like fire caught in ice. They swept over my outfit from head to toe, taking in the tight blouse tied under my breasts, the knee-high, navy blue socks and little Mary Janes I wore because I didn’t own sexy heels. His gaze lingered over my pigtails, tied with navy blue ribbon into big bows at each end.
“Well, little Miss Irons, I’m not sure you’re up for the assignment. It’s quite… hard,” he said, humor and desire ripe in his voice.
I loved that about him, that he could make sex delicious as well as fun.
He walked with purpose around me to sit down in the chair behind the desk.
“Well, did you do as I asked?” he asked.
I fidgeted. “What do you mean, Mr. Garro?”
“Are you wearing panties?”
I swallowed. “No, sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t have any clean cotton panties so I thought it best I didn’t wear any at all.”
His face darkened, his beautiful mouth twisting into an ugly sneer that made my thighs quiver. “That’s very disappointing, Miss Irons. I’m going to have to punish you for that. You say you want extra credit but then you don’t come prepared… how does that show me that you’re committed to getting better grades?”
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered and I found that I was, desperately sorry and so eager to please that my mouth watered at the thought of how he might use me.
He sighed as if I were an annoying child. “Come here and lay across my lap.”
I shivered as I made my way to him and awkwardly placed myself over his groin. The feel of his thick cock under my belly made me wiggle against it.
“Be still,” he ordered as he flipped up my skirt to reveal my bare ass. He tsked, but his hand came out to rub over the naked globes. “Was really lookin’ forward to those panties.”
I bit my lip to keep from groaning when I saw him reach out to grab the wooden ruler I’d purposely left on the desk earlier.
He tested it on his palm, the harsh snap making me jump, and he chuckled.
“I’m going to spank you for each time you disobeyed me in class, Miss Irons. Do you remember how often that was?”
“I think it was twenty times,” I answered immediately.
“Hmm, don’t think so. Let’s try ten.”
The first crack of the wooden ruler slapped against my ass with a loud thwack. It rocked me forward against King’s erection in a delicious way that had me thursting for the next strike.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” he growled, losing his character as he beat back and forth over my ass cheeks with the wicked little ruler.
My ass was on fire by the time the tenth spank landed and I was about to beg King to fuck me, but he was already lifting me off his lap to stand before him.