“Two.”
Smack.
Lucy cried out, “Three!”
Smack.
My hand buzzed, and my heart raced. My cock was getting hard again, and I thought of sliding back inside her, watching her red ass bounce against me.
“Four.” The word was a sob, which was a contradiction to how much her cunt glistened.
I brought my hand lower, giving the globes a much-needed break. I slid my fingers through her folds and grinned. She was dripping. My woman liked to be roughhoused a little bit. I brought my hand down directly on her pussy.
“Five! Oh, God! Five!” she shouted, and a small splash of her come hit my stinging hand as she orgasmed. “Five,” Lucy whispered, tears falling down her face as she stood. She pulled her dress down and glared at me with confusion and anger. She wiped her tears away, but they were far from being done. Her chin wobbled, and she didn’t look at me again as she ran out the door.
I made her do that a lot.
I always made her run from me.
What did I do? I glared at my hand, wet from her orgasm and red from the spanking, and wondered if it had a mind of its own. The spanking was almost a blur. I was high from it. I should have been easier on her, but I didn’t regret a thing.
And I had a feeling, neither did she.
Once again, I’d give her
time, but this running had to stop. One day, she was going to run, and it would be right into my arms.
Chapter Seventeen
Lucy
My ass stung as I ran out of the building. I had no panties, come dripping down my thighs, and a sated sexual appetite. I didn’t know why I was crying. I loved what he did. When he spanked me, a jolt of excitement and danger made me feel adventurous and sexy. It hurt, and the pain was unexpected. He spanked me harder than it thought he would, and it was a shock. I never had anyone spank me before. It made a rush of emotions build inside me like it was a way of internally cleansing me.
It was too much to deal with in that moment with Godrick, but running wasn’t the answer. I had a feeling I’d get spanked for that too, but I just needed a little breather, a chance to calm down and get my thoughts together. The damn tears wouldn’t stop. It was like a dam broke, mental clarity and emotional clarity were happening, but in order to get there, I had to cry, I had to release all the pain from the last year.
I looked both ways before crossing the street and waved to a car that stopped so I could go. I ran, putting a slight pep in my step, so the car didn’t have to wait because of me for too long. Once I was on the other side of the road, I found the subway entrance and hurried down the steps, smashing my shoulders into people and not saying excuse me. I stopped saying pleasantries when no one gave them in return. I slid my metro card into the slot and walked through the metal gate onto the platform. No one looked at me as I cried. It must be an everyday thing for the people of New York City to look on when something awkward was happening to their left and right. I was grateful. I didn’t want attention; I just wanted to be left alone so my feelings could work themself out. When the doors opened to the train, I hurried on and ran right into someone’s chest.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Lucy?”
My breath left my lungs in a frozen puff of air as my blood went from hot to cold. A sweat broke out all over my body. There was no way that was his voice. I knew he was here, but blindly knowing he was here between actually knowing were two completely different things. What did I do? I was going to pretend I didn’t hear him. I kept walking toward the back of the train, making my way through strangers.
“Lucy! Wait up. Stop.” His hand landed on my arm, and he spun me around. “Funny seeing you here.” Brian had a dangerous glint in his eye for a moment before he plastered on a fake smile, and then it faded, as if he cared when he noticed I was crying. He reached up and brushed a tear away, and I jerked back. I felt trapped. I had nowhere to go.
The train jerked forward as it started to move, and I held onto the pole to the left of me. I didn’t meet his eyes. I had no idea what to say. I felt vulnerable in so many ways right now. I had no panties, Godrick’s come in and on my pussy, his handprint on my ass, all while my stalker stood in front of me, breaking his restraining order. I didn’t know what he wanted, but I knew not wearing underwear made me feel very uncomfortable right now. What if he tried something?
“Why are you crying?”
“Why are you here?” I took a step back. “You know you aren’t allowed within three-hundred-feet of me, Brian.”
“That’s kind of hard to do in New York City, Lucy. I’m just on the train. I’m not trying to do anything to you, but now that you are here, I just want to let you know that I miss you. I want you back.” He stepped forward and lowered his head so I could hear him better. “I regret what I did, haven’t you gotten any of my gifts?”
I took out my phone and typed a message to Logan to meet me at the train stop but hesitated to send it because he was at work. I didn’t want to bother Maria because Brian could overpower the both of us, and bothering Godrick didn’t seem like a good idea right now.
Brian stood in front of me. I had to get out of here.
“Brian, please leave me alone. I’m calling the cops right now.” I pressed nine, and then he circled his fingers around my wrist and squeezed until my knees gave out, and I whined with pain. He jerked me closer to him and rubbed his nose over my hair, humming at the same time as he rutted his cock against my thigh.
He kissed the side of my temple, still smelling me. “God, I miss you. You smell so good, Lucy. I love you. I know you can love me back.”