Maybe I broke his rules knowing there’d be consequences. Delicious, hot, filthy consequences.
I whimper as his hand slides over my ass. His grip is strong, and it sends shivers through me.
“You wanna be a bad girl?” he growls.
“Read the papers,” I hiss. “I am the bad girl.”
“Uh-uh, princess,” he purrs. “You like pretending and playing the bad girl. But if you really want to be one, I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls.”
My skirt is so scandalously short that it’s basically showing off my ass. I groan, knowing he can see my ass, and my panties — the thong tight between my cheeks. His hand grips the hem, and when he yanks the skirt up to my waist, I moan.
Fuck, and he hears. He definitely hears, and now he knows I’m not fighting this. He knows I’m enjoying this.
“Bad girls aren’t supposed to enjoy their punishment,” he growls.
“I — I’m not,” I gasp quietly.
I can feel him lean down, and when I feel his lips by my ear, I shiver.
“Yes, you are.”
I gasp.
Suddenly, his hand comes down sharp on my ass, and I yelp at the contact.
Oh fuck…
Warmth blooms through me, and I tremble. His hand comes down again, and I whimper this time, loudly. Fuck, I’m so wet. I can feel my pussy leaking into my panties, and I blush furiously, knowing he can probably see it.
“Dirty girl,” Diesel hisses, spanking me again. “I think this little girl likes getting spanked.”
“Yes, da—”
I clam up. Fast — my mouth sealing shut before I can completely humiliate myself.
Except, he’s heard. He’s heard enough to make me shiver at the pause it brings in him.
“Say it,” he growls.
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head.
“Why not?”
“It’s — because it’s s so wrong,” I say softly.
“Then why are you so fucking wet?”
Diesel’s words growl into my ear, and I tremble. His finger teases down between my thighs, and when he strokes my pussy through my panties, they make a wet sound, and I gasp.
“You like getting spanked, bad girl,” Diesel groans.
“Yes… yes daddy.”
The second I say it, it’s like a fire bomb goes off inside of me. I melt into him, moaning as his fingers stroke my pussy harder. Fuck, it’s so wrong, and so dirty, but calling him that when he’s got me over his knee…holy fuck, I’ve never been more turned on.
He growls when I say it, like this animalistic sound that rumbles through me. His finger strokes up and down my pussy, teasing me, making wet sounds as he pushes the soaked pink thong against my opening. I shift, and suddenly, I moan loudly.
He’s hard.
He’s so fucking hard.
I can feel his cock, even if part of me can’t believe that’s what I’m feeling. I mean, what I’m feeling is way too big to be his cock.
…Right?
But he shifts too, and when I feel that hard thing pulse and jump against my tummy, I whimper heatedly.
Holy shit, it totally is.
He’s just wearing a bath towel, and when his cock throbs hard again, I moan.
“Baby girl’s made a fucking mess of her panties, now hasn’t she?” Diesel growls.
I moan, nodding heatedly.
“Naughty girls make their panties all messy and dirty when they get all excited for daddy to spank them.”
His fingers hook into my panties, his knuckles brushing my lips and making me gasp. He tugs them down, slipping them away from me and down to my knees. His hand slides back up my thigh, and I gasp quietly. My legs part for him, the thong stretching around my thighs as I moan.
“So fucking eager, aren’t we?” he groans. “You want to get spanked again, don’t you?”
His hand spanks my ass once again, sending heat and adrenaline coursing through me and making me even wetter.
God, I’ve never been this wet before. Not ever. Certainly not with freaking Chad, and not at all with myself, even with my new toy.
Diesel doesn’t hesitate. His hand pushes between my thighs, and when his open palm comes to rest against my pussy, I whimper, moaning for him. He rubs me gently, letting his big hand grind against my slick, sticky pussy, making my clit rub against his hand.
“So fucking messy and wet for me,” he hisses. “Did we learn our lesson?”
I moan, and he suddenly spanks me again, and I yelp in pleasure, panting.
“Yes — yes, daddy.”
I basically whimper the words out, and when I do, I swear I feel that huge cock of his pulse against me. His hand slides up, and as his fingers tease up my slit, I find myself moving. My hips rock, and he chuckles.
“So eager, aren’t you? You want me to make this tasty little pussy feel good, don’t you?”
He teases his finger up and down, and I cry out. He rolls it over my clit, making me moan as my body writhes for him. I can feel how hard he is too, his big, thick cock pulsing again me so hot and thick.