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Wild Thing (Naughty Things 3)

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Lyssa Baylor is lying across my lap, begging me to spank her.

That held breath comes out with a smile.

Oh, you filthy little slut. No wonder your daddy wants you married off as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, I feel a little jealous. Not sure about what. That she’s a horny little whore? Or that she’s getting married?

Probably neither. Probably this is just due to the fact that I’m hard, wearing a cup, and there’s no way I can fuck this girl. Not tonight, not ever.

I’d really like to. Like… really like to.

But no. I won’t. I’m gonna spank her until she comes then go down to a bathroom, spank my own monkey, get her out of my head, and be ready to get the fuck out of here when her stepfather shows up.

My hand hovers over the bright pink handprints emblazoned on her ass cheeks. I need a picture before I leave. That will be my reward for not fucking her.

I place my hand on her ass, rubbing it back and forth across the smooth creamy skin. She wiggles it a little bit, trying to entice me.

I want to tell her that’s not how this will work. That I have more self-control than any man she’s ever met in her baby princess life. I have had my patience tested in ways she can’t even imagine. And I will not touch her without thinking things through first.

She wiggles again. Anticipating the smack that never comes.

“Little baby princess,” I say.

She kinda looks over her shoulder at me. Bites her lip. “What?” she whispers.

“If you wiggle your ass one more time, trying to turn me on without my permission, I will walk out and never touch you again. I will lock you up here, pay no attention to you at all, and then leave without saying goodbye.”

She glares at me. “You would do that, wouldn’t you?”

“Try me,” I say. “And find out.”

She looks away, shifting her feet a little. Then she looks back and says, “I wasn’t wiggling. It’s just… this is a weird position to be in and I’m uncomfortable.”

“Aww,“ I say, petting her ass, rubbing my palm across her skin in small soft circles. “Is the little princess uncomfortable? Poor thing.”

She sucks in a breath of air, bites her lip again, then exhales as she bows her head back down into her hands on the mattress.

I smile. She is much calmer now than she was a few minutes ago. So I continue to rub my hand all over her ass. Enjoying the feel of her soft skin. My palm does small circles over the underside of her ass, then my fingertips just barely graze down the back of her thigh to the dent behind her knee.

“Oh, God,” she moans.

“Do you like that?” I ask.

“I thought you were gonna save me.”

“What?”

“Spank me, I mean.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know why I said that. I meant spank me.”

“I’m trying to get you calm. I think it’s working.”

“Why?” she asks. “Why bother getting me calm when you’re just gonna wind me up again?”

Because I fucking feel like it.

That’s what I want to say, and it’s the truth. But it feels a little selfish and unnecessary for her first real moment of submission. So I put a little more thought into it.

“Why calm you down if I’m just gonna wind you up? Well, I think the dynamic between pain and pleasure is interesting and it intrigues me. Also…” This thought just occurs to me, right this second. “I think it’s been a long time since you were calm. I think it’s probably a bit of a relief. So I’m doing you a favor.”

She sucks in another breath of air, holds it for a moment, then lets it out.

I think she lets out a lot of things with that breath. Stress, for sure. Because I feel her body relax in my lap. Her breathing evens out, and her head tilts to the side. One cheek facing me, eye closed, mouth closed. Like she might fall asleep.

She could probably use some sleep. It’s been a wild night and things are only going to get worse for her soon. So I decide not to spank her, but reward her for giving in, instead.

I drag the backs of my fingertips up and down the back of her thigh. Sometimes stopping when I get to her knee, sometimes continuing down her calf as far as I can reach.

If she were truly lying across my lap her legs would be up on the mattress and then I could caress her calf and tickle the soles of her feet.

I smile and think, Yeah, I’m gonna do that next time.

But then I realize there’s not going to be a next time. This is it.

I don’t want to reposition her though. She’s content, and quiet, and maybe even asleep.



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