“Well, now we know what turns you on.” Chase exhaled, bringing his lips together so tight he almost whistled.
“It’s a little hard to hide it.” I looked down at Trent again.
“
I still sense a little hesitation.” Trent moved his hand across my abdomen and I shivered. “Part of you wants me to pull down your panties and another part of you wants to pull up your jeans and run.”
“I’ve been hurt before by someone I trusted. They took things too far.” I swallowed hard as a lump tried to rise up in my throat.
“You don’t have to worry about that with us.” Chase stood up and walked over. “We will treat you right—we’ll make you cum so hard you’ll see stars.”
Oh god…
“I have to be punished first.” I tensed when I felt his breath on my neck. “I know I deserve it.”
“I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you.” Trent pulled me towards him. “When I’m done, if you still feel like you haven’t been punished enough, you can let Chase have a turn. If it’s still not enough, my knee will be ready for you again.”
“Okay.” I swallowed hard and nodded.
This is either going to get out of hand quickly or leave me so turned on that I won’t be able to control myself.
Eight
Kayla
Chase pushed my panties down to my knees as Trent guided me across his lap. I never had any sort of control when I stepped into the lair of the man that hurt me. He pushed me past my limit, and kept pushing until there was nothing left but a broken girl that no longer trusted him. Unfortunately, I was enthralled by what he did to me, and I let him take it further every time until I was afraid of what I would let him do if I went back again. I didn’t have the power to stop him. I let him do things to me that I didn’t enjoy, just because I wanted to please him. The only option was to run.
That need to run hadn’t left me entirely. Being across Trent’s knee immediately started to reawaken the things that had been dormant inside me for years. I felt his hand on my ass and I indistinctly raised up to beg for the first stinging smack.
“Such a naughty girl.” Trent brought his hand down hard. “Irresponsible and reckless.”
“Yes.” I moaned and nodded as I lifted my ass for another smack.
“A naughty girl that needs to be punished.” Trent’s hand came down on the other side of my ass.
“Ow…” I tightened my fists as I felt the urges inside me breathing life into the submissive girl I used to be.
Trent’s hand picked up speed and the conflict inside me intensified. I realized in that moment that the reason I had been so careful with dating after moving to Chicago was because I wasn’t brave enough to face my own fantasy. I knew what I liked, but I was scared to look for it again after leaving Glendale. With Trent and Chase—or at least Trent—I had stumbled headfirst into exactly what I needed. Trent was hot as sin, with a body that teased my thoughts, but finding out that he was also willing to put me over his knee was euphoric. My pussy quivered as my ass was turned a brilliant shade of pink underneath his palm. I lifted each time, showing my submission and my eagerness to receive the next stinging smack. He gave them to me with the intensity I craved, but it was a slow build towards the simmering fire I knew he intended to light on the surface of my skin.
“God damn.” I could hear Chase’s breathing getting heavier and when I looked over at him, I saw an erection against the fabric of his pants. “I’ve never seen a woman get that wet from a spanking before.”
“She knows she needs a good, hard spanking.” Trent brought his hand down a little harder. “Don’t you, Kayla.”
“Yes.” I pulled oxygen into my lungs and held it when the sound of my flesh being spanked echoed through the apartment.
I was past the point of control. Trent’s hand delivered the level of searing agony that I craved, without the fear I felt when I had been in that position before. I could feel the lust smearing between my thighs as I bounced on his knee. My legs kicked involuntarily as the sound of hand-on-skin echoed, and then I felt a leg come free from the denim. I pushed myself against his leg, feeling my clit dance against him. It was getting swollen from the contact and sending surges of pleasure through me. Each wave of bliss was followed by a smack that snapped me from the edge of a rapidly building orgasm. I started to moan and the pleasure collided with the pain. The pressure inside me was incredible and I almost certain that I was going to cum if he kept spanking me.
“Tell me that you need to be punished.” Trent moved his hand up my back and let his fingers get tangled in my hair.
“I need—more.” I pushed my hips forward and let my clit grind against him.
“Then you need to ask for it.” Trent released his grip and his hand rested on my flesh.
“I did.” I moaned and looked over my shoulder.
“You need to ask me.” Chase patted his knee. “Come over here if you want your punishment to continue.”
Do I want it to continue? Is there breath left in my body?