Credence
What the fuck are you going to do to me? For some reason, I’m emboldened. I want to find out.
He’s quiet for a moment, and then I hear his threat. “You want more?”
I nod twice.
He still holds me, and I rise back up, feeling the muscles in his arm tight and hard, and his body, almost like it’s vibrating. I can’t hear him breathe.
He’s so hard. I know he is.
“Take off your shorts,” he bites out. “So you can feel my hand.”
My pulse fills my ears, and my hands start shaking, but I push my shorts down my legs, standing in my shirt and underwear.
He sits on the couch, leaning back, and looks at me, his eyes trailing over my body and down to between my legs.
“Come here,” he instructs. “Over my lap, princess.”
My nerves shake so badly, but still—my pussy clenches when he says ‘princess’. I want him to say it again.
Slowly, I crawl across his lap and lie down on my stomach as he lays an arm across my back to hold me down.
I don’t want his hand. I just want his fingers.
He peels down my panties, and my breath catches, closing my eyes on reflex at the shame.
But I like it. I want it. I want him to do whatever he wants. I—
He slaps my ass, pain spreading across m
y right cheek as I jerk and whimper.
He lets out a breath, and I swear, I almost hear him groan.
He spanks me again and again, fire coursing under my skin, and I clench the blanket on the sofa as I throw my head back and cry out.
“Three,” he growls. “You going to let those boys touch you again?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He slaps me again, and I wince even as my ass arches up to meet it.
“No, what?” he whispers.
“No, Uncle Jake,” I answer properly.
His hand lands on my bare ass again. “Five,” he breathes out. “You going to let them see your body?”
Another slap.
“No,” I whimper. “No.”
And another one.
“You’ll be good?”
“Yes, Jake.” I grind my pussy into his leg as sweat beads my brow. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”
He spanks me again, and I thrust forward, the pulse in my clit pounding. God, I’m so wet. I bury my hand into the sofa. I need him. I need his cock.