Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

“So, about that swimsuit picture you need to send me.” I ran my hand down his chest.

“Nope—not happening.” He quickly shook his head back and forth.

“Then maybe that will be the last one you get.” I tilted my head.

“I guess I better keep it.” He put a hand behind my neck and leaned towards me.

Vincent kissed me and the same fireworks I felt the night before started to go off in my head. His lips were like fire as they collided with mine. I immediately started pulling at his shirt and he squeezed my breasts through the bikini. My pussy was sore from our encounter the previous night, but I didn’t realize how much until it started to get wet with excitement from having Vincent so close to me again.

I tugged his shir

t over his head and led him towards the bed. He fell back onto it and I reached for his jeans, unsnapping them with a quick twist of my wrist. I put his hands behind his head and watched as I tugged them down and pushed off his shoes. I tossed them on the floor once I was done and reached for my cell phone. He quickly tilted his head to see what I was doing, but I snapped a picture before he had a chance to react. He immediately sat up and reached for my hand, but I put the cell phone behind my back.

“There, now I have a sexy picture of you too.” I grinned and avoided his grasp.

“Give me that!” He got a hand on my arm, but I shifted my phone from one hand to the other.

“No way, I sent you a picture and now I have one. If you won’t send me a picture, then I guess I just have to take my own.” I pulled away from him and took a step back.

“Come on, Peoria. The one you sent me doesn’t even have your face.” He cornered me, but I slipped underneath his arm and scurried back towards the bed.

“I won’t post it anywhere on social media, I just want it for myself.” I grinned again and walked towards the safe.

“What are you doing?” He started towards me again.

“Nothing.” I put the phone in the safe and quickly locked it.

“That’s not fair.” He growled and let his hands rest on his hips. “Open the safe.”

“No way.” I took a step towards him. “Now that we’re done with that—where were we?”

“I know where you’re about to be if you don’t open the safe.” He stared at me as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Where is that?” I pulled myself up until I was near his lips.

“Over my knee.” He grabbed my arm and sat down on the bed. With a swift motion, he yanked me down on his thighs with my ass in the air.

“Hey! That isn’t fair!” I started to squirm, but he held me tight.

“Maybe this will convince you to open the safe.” He gave me two quick smacks on my ass that echoed through the hotel room for a moment before I felt them start to sting.

“Ow!” I reached back and rubbed my ass.

“You started it.” He pushed my hand away and gave me two more quick smacks. “Now you’re going to get a spanking.”

The few minutes were spent with me playfully trying to get off his knee while he thwarted my attempts and smacked my ass until it was sore. It quickly became clear that he wasn’t just playing around because the spanking was really starting to hurt. The thin bikini covering my ass didn’t do much to protect me from the palm of his hand, especially around the edges where there was nothing to keep me from feeling the sting.

The strange thing was that while it did hurt, there was also something exciting about it. I was never spanked growing up and while I had heard about it happening to other people, it didn’t exactly prepare me for what it would feel like. It was a strange sensation that made me tingle, even when he gave me a few harder smacks that really made my ass sting. No matter how much I tried to fight it, he was much stronger than me, so my ass was at his mercy. As the spanking continued, I actually found myself wanting it rather than trying to avoid it.

“Are you going to open the safe or do I have to pull this bikini down and give you a real spanking?” He wrapped his hand around my bikini.

“You wouldn’t...” I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Fine. Have it your way.” With a quick jerk, my bikini was peeled off my ass and halfway down my thighs, exposing my nakedness to him.

“I’m not opening the safe.” I looked at my ass that was slightly pink from the spanking I had already gotten.

“We’ll see about that.” He brought his hand down in the center of my ass with a hard smack.