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Wild Thing (Naughty Things 3)

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Then I place all my fingertips on the back of her leg and brush back and forth, back and forth, softly across her upper thigh.

She wiggles a little and I smile.

“Got something to say?” I ask.

“More,” she mumbles.

I could make her tell me more what, but that would defeat the purpose of what I’m trying to do. Which is relax her. And reward her too. She didn’t want those spankings. No one really wants to be hit with a belt. She just knew that if she wanted me to stay, she had to pay for her disobedience.

So she chose me, didn’t she? Over herself.

Her stepfather was wrong. She’s not selfish. At least she wasn’t in this instance. Selfish means self-preservation. Choosing me was something different.

Choosing me meant opening herself up to something new. Something she was probably afraid of. But she did it.

“I’m proud of you,” I say.

“Why?” she mumbles. “Because I gave in?”

“Did you give in?”

“What do you think?”

“I’m not asking what I think. I’m asking what you think.”

“A little,” she admits.

“Do you know why you did that?” I ask.

“Why?” she says, lifting head up a little to see me.

“No, I’m asking you. Why did you do that? Why did you give in?”

She lowers her head and stays quiet for a few seconds. Then says, “Because I wanted you to stay.”

“You don’t even know me.”

She shrugs. “I like you.”

“Why?”

She sighs. Loudly. “Because you… you tell the truth.”

“It’s not that hard,” I say.

“For most people it is.”

“Maybe,” I admit. “Do you think I’ll hit you again?”

She opens her eyes. Thinks about this as she looks at me. “Yes. If I don’t do as I’m told, you will.”

I nod. “So if I do spank you again, it’s because you wanted me to. Understand?”

She nods and closes her eyes again.

“Wild Thing,” I say, then chuckle a little. “I think I like you.”

And then she smiles.

I do like her. She’s kinda easy to like today. Last night, not so much. She did knee me in the balls, punch me in the face—twice—and make me chase her.

Which was kinda fun.

But I don’t want to chase her. I don’t want her to chase me, either. I don’t want to threaten to leave in order to get her to comply. That’s not how you build trust.

“Can you turn over?” I ask her. She opens her eyes to look at me. “Or does it hurt too much?”

She thinks about this for a moment. I know it hurts too much. She will not be able to sit today. But I want to see what she decides.

She nods. Then props herself up and I help her turn over and position her ass so it’s hanging off the edge of my legs and not pressing too hard against the couch.

“When we’re done here I’ll go see if there’s any ointment I can rub on those welts.”

She makes a face at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she says.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Lyssa. I don’t get off on hurting people. So if that’s been your experience in the past, forget about it when you’re with me. I did it because it was expected. And you were being belligerent.”

She sighs.

“But forget about that now,” I say, sliding my fingers right between her legs. She’s very wet and ready for what I promised her. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

When I push a single finger inside her she opens her legs a little, granting me permission and access at the same time.

“I want you to fu—” But she stops herself, just in time.

So proud of her.

“You want what?” I ask.

“I want you inside me,” she says.

“I am inside you,” I say, pumping her with my finger.

“Not like that.”

“Then like what?”

She sighs. “I want your… penis inside me.”

I laugh, I can’t help it.

“What?” She laughs too. “I wasn’t sure I was allowed to say c-o-c-k.”

“Wild Thing,” I say. “I definitely like you.”

“Anyway…” She sighs.

“You were saying? You wanted my penis inside you?”

“Yes. I’m very turned on right now.”

“Good. You’re supposed to be. And don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you come.”

“But—”

“Shhhh,” I say, placing a fingertip over her lips. “Just enjoy it.”

She sighs again. Only this time she relaxes even more. The weight of her body falls into me. I play with her breasts a little, appreciating their fullness, their roundness, and her large, pink nipples.

I lean down and take one in my mouth as I slide a second finger up inside her.

She moans, one hand going to my head and grabbing my hair.

I like that. And the truth is, I want to fuck her. I’m so hard right now. Maybe more turned on than she is. But I can’t. Not yet.

I let go of her nipple and straighten up again. Sliding yet another finger inside her. She moans at that. Three fingers is her sweet spot, I realize. Take notes for next time. I’ll start with three.



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