“I’ll have to spank you first, you naughty boy. Don’t want to forget your favorite part.”
Tanner narrows his eyes at me.
As much of this as Tanner’s pulling from his recollections of what I actually enjoy…
I’m delighting in making 100% of it up.
Before I can react, he lifts me up and takes me to my desk. He pushes everything that’s laying on top of it to the floor, and lays me on it.
He slams his hands down on the desk, on either side of me, and stares intently, sending a heated sensation though me, igniting my nerves and my desire for him.
Fuck. Remember, it’s just pretend.
“Seems we’re misremembering, little minx. I recollect you being the one who likes spanked like a naughty schoolgirl.”
I side-eye him, not liking his direction. He seems too serious. Plus, having his body on top of me is fucking with my head and my performance.
I kick him in the balls gently, and he grunts almost too loudly, hurling himself forward. He is clearly exaggerating his pain because I barely touched him. He falls on the ground, but not before tackling me.
I scream, genuinely loud this time, not expecting to fall against the floor.
“God, you’re such a baby,” I yell at him. “Take it like a man!”
He punches the ground a few times, and then covers my mouth with his hand.
“I’m going to cum. And I promise, I won’t miss one spot on that beautiful face of yours.” He winces from some lingering pain and continues to taunt me, “I know how my angel likes her facials.”
I try to wiggle myself free, but his strength finally overpowers me.
But now that he’s holding me down like this with his heated skin on mine, it’s intensifying my ache. My nipples begin to harden as his arms graze them ever-so-lightly.
He has a leg between mine to keep my legs and hips from moving, but all it does is add to the pressure on my already sensitive clit.
I refrain from moving my hips against it for a release, ignoring my overwhelming need.
I bite his hand, and he releases his hold.
“Ah, fuck!” he shouts. “What the hell, Elsa?”
“Looks like Viagra didn’t work after all.” I smile and wink at him, feeling some vindication.
“Or maybe your wicked mouth lost its charm,” he whips back.
I glare at him, and he sneers at me, knowing that his last insult didn’t sound like a line in our game.
“Oh, my mouth is
the best damn thing you’ve ever had the chance to meet.”
I move away from him, but he quickly grabs my waist, pulling me under him again. I squirm, not wanting to feel him so close.
“It’s too bad it’s become so damn shy around me, then. I’d love to get reacquainted.” He stares down at my lips, his eyes hooded with desire.
I swallow, unsure how our game has become so real so fast.
“Well, like the body it’s attached to,” I look down at my breast and wiggle my ass, “it only likes men who are worthy of its time.”
“Well, that can be easily arranged.”