Reno Runaway (Nevada Bad Boys 3)

“You never cared before.” I wrapped my arms around her waist.

“That was before I met his whole family!” She giggled again and sank into my arms as I continued kissing her.

The elevator took us to her apartment and we walked to the door, still pausing occasionally to let our lips graze or succumb to a moment of desire. She pushed her key in and turned the lock. The instant the door was closed, we started kissing without hesitation. I gasped between my breaths, sliding a hand underneath her shirt. We stayed locked in that moment of passion

for several seconds before she finally pulled away.

“Okay, wait out here. I have a surprise for you.” She started walking towards her bedroom.

“Seriously? Can’t I just wait for it in there?” I watched as she got to her bedroom door.

“No, just hang out here for a few minutes. I promise it will be worth it.” She closed the door and I heard her laugh before her footsteps moved away from the door.

I had no idea what to expect, so I walked into her living room and took a seat on her couch. My fingers drummed on the couch for several seconds and then I stood up again. I wasn’t a huge fan of surprises, especially when I had no idea what the context was. I decided that as long as she didn’t open the door with a strap-on and an invitation to try pegging, I was at least going to keep an open mind about it.

“Okay, you can come in.” She called out through the door and cracked it. “Sit on the bed and wait for me.”

I walked over to the door and pushed it open. She was just there on the other side of it, but it seemed that she had went into the bathroom and closed the door. I grumbled with a slight bit of annoyance and took a seat on the bed. I peeled my shirt off and kicked my shoes off my feet. I could hear her moving around behind the bathroom door, but I had no idea what she was doing. After waiting there for nearly five minutes, the door opened and she stepped out.

“Oh, wow!” My eyes nearly bulged out of my head.

“I decided to just buy my own outfit, since you like it so much.” She grinned and walked into the bedroom. “Now I can be your naughty schoolgirl whenever you want.”

She was dressed exactly like she dressed when she walked out onto the stage, with a tartan skirt, a white blouse tied across her midsection, and her hair tied up in pigtails. She was a fantasy brought to life—a naughty schoolgirl with red lipstick that just made the thought of those lips wrapped around your cock intoxicating. She put her finger in her mouth and slowly pulled it out, just like she did on stage. I felt my heart racing in my chest as I watched her take a step towards me and slide her skirt up her thigh.

“This is what every guy that watches you dance fantasizes about.” A smile spread across my lips.

“You’re the only one that will ever get to make it more than a fantasy.” She walked over and put her hands on my shoulders. “If you check under my pillow, I think you’ll find something that every naughty schoolgirl needs.”

“Is that so?” I turned my head towards the pillow and picked it up, revealing a small wooden paddle.

“I guess my naughty behavior is finally going to catch up with me.” She stretched out across my lap and wiggled her ass.

“Yes, I believe it is.” I picked up the paddle and tried to maintain a serious expression. “You’re in a lot of trouble.”

“I know.” She wiggled her ass again.

I lifted the paddle and brought it down on her skirt. She giggled and squirmed. Her movement was sending twinges of pleasure through me as she rubbed against my cock. I had been mostly joking when I suggested that she wear the outfit home. She looked incredibly sexy in it, but I never needed a fantasy to enjoy my time with her. She seemed different with the outfit on. She was lot more playful and giggly. I didn’t mind it and I had no problem playing along. It was making my cock so hard that it was practically throbbing in my pants.

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re feeling anything through this skirt.” I chuckled and grabbed the bottom of it in my hand. “You need to be paddled on your panties.”

“That might be a problem.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “I’m not wearing any.”

“I see.” I slid her skirt up her hips and exposed her ass. “That’s unfortunate—for you.”

I brought the paddle down a little harder than I had before and she squirmed. It left a pink mark where it landed and made her wiggle her ass even more. That caused her to grind against my cock faster than she had previously, so I gave her another hard smack, which caused her to repeat the motion. I was definitely getting turned on, and judging by the wetness between her legs, she was enjoying it as well. I liked watching her squirm, but I wanted something else a whole lot more.

“Someone should have dealt with this naughty behavior a long time ago.” I gave her two quick smacks with the paddle. “You enjoy being a little tease, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” She looked over her shoulder and ran her tongue across her lipstick.

“You’re going to do more with those lips tonight than just tease.” I gave her two more quick smacks.

“I can’t do that.” She shook her head back and forth.

“Then I guess you’ll stay across my knee until you change your mind.” I grinned and brought the paddle down again.

The paddle danced across her naked ass, forcing her to squirm against my cock every time it landed. I wasn’t doing enough to actually hurt her, but it did make her ass turn a little red. I was surprised by how much she took without even a whimper. I suspected that it wasn’t her first time being spanked, especially considering what she had told me about the town she grew up in. I rubbed her ass a few times and let my finger drift down into her wetness before pulling away and delivering a few more smacks.