My name in her voice milked the come straight out of my cock. I pumped my come into her, filling her channel. When I pulled free, my come dripped from her, and a drop fell from my slit onto the carpet. I didn’t care. No one would say anything to me if they saw it, they wouldn’t even question it.
My sticky seed veiled her sheath in white, and it reminded me of a bride. She was all dressed up and had nowhere to go, shame. I’d have to change that tonight and take her out, but to do that, she had to keep me between her legs.
“I need my panties,” she said through heavy breaths.
I shook my head as I tucked myself in and buttoned my pants. “No. I want you to keep me between your legs. I want you to feel me. I want you to feel what you do to me. And when I see you later, I want to be able to take you with ease and slide right in.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, pulling her dress down to cover herself up. By doing so, she covered my seed on her thighs, and it made me growl.
“I said, don’t wash me off. I want my come to be there all day, you hear me?”
Her red hair flutters as she disagrees with me. “No. That’s way too intimate, especially when I have to go the rest of the day working and walking. I’m not doing that.”
I invaded her space, looked at her dead in the eye, and wrapped my hand around her throat again. “Did you just tell me no?”
She kept her chin held high, never batting an eyelash when I applied pressure, but I felt her pulse skip a beat. My hand in such a delicate place made her nervous. I liked that.
“Yes,” her voice broke like she didn’t want to admit she told me no.
“When will you learn that you telling me no, is never going to work, baby?” I sat down in the chair and placed my elbows on the armrest, rubbing my chin with my hand. “Lift your dress and bend over my knees.”
“What?” her eyes widened. “Why?”
“Don’t question me. Just do it.” My cock threatened to get hard again, but I was trying to calm myself. This was something that needed to happen. She deserved to get spanked for telling me no. If I knew she meant it, I wouldn’t spank her, but lying to me didn’t sit well with me. I knew she wanted to feel me between her pussy lips. I knew every time she walked; she wanted to feel the slide of me coating her.
I knew because when she said no, she licked her lips as she stared at me tucking my cock away. She had small tells, but I knew them. “You have five seconds to bend over my knee before things get worse for you, baby.”
She swallowed, her throat bouncing. Her skin was a bit red from my hand and having my mark on her; my come in her, it made me feel more powerful like I had magic flowing in my veins. I’d never hurt her, and I knew Lucy liked it when I gripped her throat because her eye dilated, and her nipples always got hard. She’d never experienced anyone like me before. Lucy lifted her dress again, and her thighs slid together from my come. I saw the white cream sticking to her lips, and I wanted to ask her to spread them to let me see how swollen she was from our fucking just a few seconds ago, but when she bent over my knee and her white globes shined in my office light, my palm twitched to make those flawless cheeks red.
“Look at you,” I marveled, rubbing the smooth skin. “So perfect, but so defiant at the same time. I know what you want Lucy. Why must you fight me all the time?”
“I don’t,” she said.
Another lie. I brought my hand up and let it fly through the air, landing on her left cheek with a hard smack. “Liar.”
“No I’m not,” she whimpered.
Smack.
“Another lie. Tell me the truth. Tell me what you like from me.”
“Godrick.” I heard tears in her voice, but it wasn’t enough to get me to stop because I knew, while this was different than what she was used to, she loved it. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be here right now.
I tsked, bringing my hand down again, my palm burning from the intensity. “Tell. Me.”
“No!” she argued, clutching the fabric of my pants as she once again denied me.
I rubbed her red flesh and clicked my tongue with impatience. “Count. I’ll stop at five, and at five, I expect the truth from you. Do you understand?”
She wiggled on my lap and turned her head to the side. I noticed her cheeks were bright red and mascara smudging under her lower lash line.
“No one likes a liar, Lucy.” Smack.
“One,” she began to count on a low moan.
I alternated to the next cheek since the left was so red.
Smack.