“You like being a naughty girl, don’t you, Ms. Andrews?” His tone softens, and he rubs my clit again.
“Yes, sir…” I gasp and dig my nails into his knee.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I hope you don’t think you’re going to get to come during your spanking like last time.” He teases me a little more. “I’m not going to let you.”
“You sure about that?” I begin to squirm on his knee due to pleasure instead of pain.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Since the last punishment didn’t work, I’m going to torture you an entirely different way this time.” He pushes my legs apart and slaps my inner thighs a couple of times before moving his finger back to my pussy. “But you will not come.”
“Oh god…” I exhale sharply as the pressure begins to build up inside me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The spanking isn’t as hard as the last one. It’s just enough to snap me back to reality after he teases my clit. And tease it he does. Over and over. I can feel my pussy dripping with my lust, but he keeps me from satisfying it. Neither the spanking nor the teasing is enough to push me over the edge. Lawson keeps me suspended at the blissful point between pleasure and pain—never giving me quite enough of either.
“I bet you’re ready to apologize right now, aren’t you?” He pulls his finger away from my clit.
“Yes, sir!” I nearly scream my response.
“Too bad.” He lifts his hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I try to squirm on Lawson’s knee to get closer, to get the kind of friction I had last night, but he continues to shift so that I can’t. I get a few harder slaps on my ass for trying. I’ve never had a fantasy like this. It’s totally new, and it’s both incredible and frustrating at the same time. I need to come so bad that the fire inside me is burning hotter than the one he has lit on my ass.
“Please…” I whimper. “Please let me come.”
“No, you’re being punished.” He holds me firmly in position. “After your punishment is over, you’re going to get to apologize. Then I might let you come.”
This torture is going to continue as long as he wants it to. I’m his puppet on a string. He could make me do literally anything right now.
I’d beg for it.
Chapter Twelve
Lawson
I don’t know if I’m trapped in Ainsley’s fantasy right now or one of my own. The lines are completely blurred. The moment she offered to get down on her knees confirmed that the night was headed in the direction I thought it was, and I no longer had any reason to pretend that she was just going to get a spanking.
It seems like I jumped the gun when I got so frustrated earlier. Her fantasies may not be exactly what I like, but I have no problem spanking her if that’s what she needs to get turned on; especially if it leads to this.
I won’t deny being a little conflicted about it. Unless she left something out about her experiences, then she’s probably a virgin. This may be the first time she’s ever been touched by a man.
The problem is that I really like Ainsley. As wrong as it is. As many differences as we have beyond the obvious ones. She’s woken something up inside of me that I thought was dead. It’s like an emotional faucet filled with physical desire, and I don’t know how to shut it off.
She craves torment, but she doesn’t even know what kind of torment is out there—what I can do to her, how long I can make her squirm.
“Please, oh god…” Ainsley begins to writhe on my knee. “Please let me come. I’ll do anything! I swear!”
She’s putty in my hands, begging to be molded.
“Anything, Ms. Andrews?” I look down at her.
“Yes, sir.” She meets my stare and nods as quickly as her head will move.