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My hand delivers the final blow before coming to rest against the warmth of her now-punished backside. The heat seeps into my palm as the sting of her reddened skin beckons to be caressed. And though every rational part of my brain screams to leave now that my point’s been made, I look down to find my hand rubbing slow soothing circles across her flawless skin.
It’s then I notice two things. One—I’ve still got the back of her panties in a damn death grip, and two—Daphne’s gone uncannily quiet.
A slow sense of dread starts to creep up at the realization of what I’ve done, when all of a sudden Daph shifts in my lap—the movement accompanied by a low whimper. My heart begins to splinter as I worry I’ve hurt her, but then my mind clears just long enough for me to recognize the movements she’s making are not so much shifting, but a wiggle of her thighs.
Daph lays across me, knees pressed together, as her legs clench and shimmy against one another. My breathing stalls as she continues to move against me, seeking some form of friction to satisfy the ache.
My grip on her panties instinctively tightens, accidentally drawing them up even further. The action has her tumbling forward, arching her ass further into the air and bringing her pussy into my field of vision just as the most sinful moan I’ve ever bore witness to escapes her throat.
I freeze at the glorious sight of her pretty pink center. The dark fabric of her underwear is pulled tight in between her folds, making her appear swollen for me. Even in this low light, it’s evident she’s fucking soaked.
Mine. MINE! The voice in my head screams.
Daph gasps, calling my attention to my harder-than-granite cock currently poking her in her stomach, and fuck, there’s no denying how she’s affecting me. I panic at the realization of just how much of my true self I’ve allowed her to see.
Gripping her by the waist, I stand her upright before escaping to the corner of the room. She stumbles briefly, fidgeting with her panties as she shimmies to pull them back into place. Once situated, she brushes back the hair from her face, allowing the full weight of her stare to befall me. Her gaze slices through my mask, peeling back my walls, and peering directly into the depths of my soul.
The air wooshes from my lungs, causing me to grow increasingly lightheaded. Daph’s head tilts to the side, her scrutinizing brows pinching together. I think she says my name, though little can be heard over the rush of blood pumping in my ears.
No. There’s no way this is happening. The fear of spiraling in front of another human amplifies my symptoms, causing the attack to escalate. I thrust my hand out to the side in search of support when I come in to contact with the chair where I’d previously discarded my jacket. Shifting to the front, I drop down into the seat where I reluctantly allow my head to drop into my hands. I struggle to beat back the throes of full-blown hyperventilation, yet my breaths continue to come quicker.
You touched Daphne. DAPHNE. You fucking idiot. What were you thinking?! And you spanked her? She thinks you’re a fucking freak, now. She’s gonna tell your sister. Fuck. She’s never gonna come within a hundred yards of you ever again. You’re never gonna see her ever again.
“Nicky?” A small hand grips my shoulder.
“I’m fine!” I attempt to shrug her off while burying my face deeper in my palms. As though the longer I refuse to look upon her, the less likely she’ll be to tell me to get the fuck out of her life and never come back. Tugging at the roots of my hair, I’m willing myself to inhale long deep breaths, when I’m suddenly shoved backward.
My back becomes flush with the chair as Daph’s slender frame straddles my lap. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulls me into her chest, where she attempts to soothe me.
“Shhh. Come on, Nick. Count it down for me.”
My head snaps to her attention, my eyes wide with disbelief as she references the strategy my mom taught me all those years ago. “How?” is all I can manage.
She smiles, tenderly brushing the hair from my forehead. “I pay attention, Nick. Trust me, when it comes to you, there’s not much I don’t notice. Now, let’s go. Three things you can see. Two things you can touch. One thing you can taste.”
I continue to stare at her in utter amazement, my hands unconsciously rising to frame her face. Stroking her cheek, our eyes remain locked on one another as we take a collective breath.
“Three things I can see,” I begin. “Your wild curls. An endless sea of red.” Her body freezes at my declaration, a reaction that would typically have me scrambling in retreat, but some unspeakable force has my hands slipping back, allowing my fingers to intertwine in her soft tendrils. “I’ve spent hours fantasizing about what they’d look like fanned out across my pillows.”
Dragging my thumb just below the curve of lower lid, I pull her in closer, pressing her forehead to mine. “Those emerald eyes. They hypnotize me, making me forget my fucking name.”
Leaning back ever so slightly, I drag the tip of my index finger down the length of her nose. “This nose. The way it scrunches up at me right before you’re about to unleash some smartass remark.”
I relax back into the chair, allowing my hands to slowly descend her sides, tracing the length of her curves. “Two things I can touch… This fucking body.” I don’t know what possesses me as I slightly lift my hips, allowing her to feel the erection fighting to be freed from the confines of my zipper. She arches in response, eyes slipping closed as her head drops back on a silent gasp. “Yeah, you know exactly what you’ve been doing to me this last year, don’t you? What did you think, Daph? You turned eighteen and suddenly thought I’d have no reservations about fucking you?”
Her head snaps up. “Nicky, no. I—”
My hand shoots forward, encircling her neck and pulling her toward me. “This throat…” I squeeze, flexing my fingers as my hold tightens against her pulse points. Daph’s eyes flutter, the top of her teeth nipping her bottom lip as her hips bear down into me. “The number of times I’ve thought about cutting off your oxygen supply as I simultaneously fucked you stupid cannot be psychologically healthy by any standard. The truth is, Daph, you’re right.”
Her eyes widen in response.
I know I should stop. Quit while I’m ahead. Yet I know if I walk out right now, I’ll find myself back in this same situation before the month’s up. I need to bleed her from my system, and the only way to do that is to scratch the itch.
One night.
That’s all I need.
One night to command her body. To fulfill the fantasies that have been dancing around in my head for longer than I’d like to admit. After all, it’s the mystery that’s got me all fucked up. It’s not like I’m actually obsessed with her.
