Dark Favors

“What were you thinking?” I asked.

“Paige, I’ve been thinking about spanking that sweet little ass of yours.”

“You liked spanking me,” I say. It’s an accusation.

He enjoyed it.

I know that he did.

Nobody is that good at giving out spankings unless they enjoy every moment of it. Locke didn’t beat me or torture me. He gave me a sort of carefully controlled spanking: a punishment that fit the crime. He didn’t give me anything worse than I deserved. He gave me only what I was owed, and nothing more.

“I did,” he said.

“Why?”

“Why did I enjoy spanking you?”

“Yes.”

My eyes were completely glued to his dick. He was rubbing harder, faster, but still over the boxers. I still hadn’t gotten a peek of what I wanted to.

And oh, did I want to.

“What do you think?” He asked. “You’re a smart girl, Paige. You’re clever. Why did I love padding your sweet little bottom so much?”

I looked up at him and licked my lips. I knew why. I knew. I understood.

But knowing something and saying it out loud was different.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me and I’ll show you my cock.”

Once again, he was offering me something: something that I suddenly desperately wanted. Locke was a strange sort of man, and it felt as though we kept trading favors with one another. That’s all this was really: an exchange. He wanted to hear me talk dirty to him, and I wanted him to pull his cock out so I could suck on it.

The choice was easy.

A couple of weeks ago, I would have scoffed at the idea of blowing my landlord in the middle of his office on a Saturday morning. I would have thought that it was naughty, or dirty, or somehow bad. Not anymore. The Paige who had a level head was gone. She had been replaced with a vixen, of sorts. She had been replaced by a girl who wanted everything.

“You wanted to see me wiggle,” I told him.

“Is that so? I think you can do better, Paige.”

Again, he was egging me on. He was quietly, gently urging me to give him just a little bit more. That was the thing with Locke, I had realized. He always wanted more. He could always squeeze out just a little bit more. If I thought I could give him something, he’d find a way to make me give him even more than that.

He was wild, and he was rugged, and he was rubbing himself faster.

“You wanted to see me turned on,” I said. “I was naughty, and you punished me. You could have hurt me more than you did, but you had control. You were in total control. You had all of the power, and you liked watching my bottom turn the same color pink as my panties.”

“And?”

“And I bet you liked seeing my panties get wet for you,” I murmured.

“Paige, are you wet right now?”

“Yes.”

Lying wasn’t an option, and I didn’t hesitate to answer. There was no chance that I was going to lie to him. Not about this. Not about us. Not about something so wildly important. I wanted him, yes. I wanted him to come for me.

“Show me.”