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Her energy doesn’t change after what I just said. She accepts it, and she accepts me. I had never doubted it, but it’s reassuring to see her reaction. None of this has ever mattered to me before. But with her, it does.
We still have a couple days before we take out our name from the fire. I still haven’t told her who, she also has not asked.
“He meets with your dad like clockwork on Thursdays, it goes well into the night. They discuss Chapel shit and whatever else. That is our window. We will wait until he gets home, then snatch him like I did with you. The garage is where we will do it.”
“I’m ready. I can do this.” She reassures me. Not wanting to let me down. That would never happen.
“I know you can.”
Her new-found confidence is slowly coming out, and it gets my dick hard.
I lean forward, grabbing her mug and placing it next to mine, she looks at me like I just killed a baby. So this is what gets her upset?
Standing, I walk over to where she's sitting and look down at her, turning my head slightly as I continue to take her in.
“Does talking about murder turn you on?”
She shakes her head in defiance.
“If I were to touch your pussy right now, would it be dripping? Are you a liar, little bat?”
Her thighs clench.
“Liars get punished, not rewarded.”
She looks at me with such confidence, her hazel eyes piercing through me. “Then punish me.”
I use my foot to move her chair out, which takes her by surprise. Then, gripping her under her arms, I force her to stand then pull her tee off and throw it to the side. Her nipples are hard, and tiny goosebumps decorate her body. She isn’t shy, she doesn’t try to cover herself, only her panties remain.
“Bend over, hands on the table.” I instruct, my face remains neutral, not showing that I am affected by her.
Obeying me, she does as I command. Turning to face the long, dark wooden table and bending at the hip, she places both her hands flat on the top. Rain looks over her shoulder, challenging me and daring me to continue.
Challenge fucking accepted little bat.
Behind her, I move the chair completely out of the way, and the force of my push knocks it over crashing to the floor. Not phased, I use my foot to kick her legs further apart. My hand moves under her ass, trailing along her panties until I reach her pussy. The fabric is soaked.
I knew it.
Liar.
I know she has been aching for a release since last night, when she was sucking my cock. In her sleep last night, she used my leg, rubbing herself on my thigh. But I moved my leg away from her, stopping her from achieving what she was dying to do, come.
This will be no different. I told her liars get punished.
I touch her clit through the fabric with my knuckle, circling it a couple times before pulling back. Rain moans in agony.
“Elijah. Please.” She begs.
I pull the waistband of her panties down with my fingers, and they brush against her soft skin along the way. Lowering them to her knees, I take the palm of my hand and rub her ass cheeks.
“These would look even better with my handprint on them.” Is all I say, before pulling back and spanking her. Her skin cracks and her back arches under my hand when I connect.
She moans in pain, but the smirk on her face says she likes it.
I raise my hand back and spank her again and again in rapid succession.
Her skin is bright red, except for the spot where my handprint glows white. It is fucking beautiful. My chest fills with pride.
