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“It freaked me out, okay? I saw the uniforms and the only thing I could think of was Matthew and how he was your best friend and then I started to panic and…”
Sam pulls me into his chest squeezing me, grounding me to the moment. He rubs soft circles over my back and down my arms making chills run down my spine. I shiver in his arms as I look up at him.
“How about we take this one problem at a time,” he suggests. Pulling his arms away but never leaving my body, he leads me to the couch to sit. He plops down then pulls me on top of him. I cringe trying to move over to an empty spot but he isn't having it.
“Why are you trying to get off my lap?” His eyes rove over my body as his nostrils flare. I’m not sure what that reaction is for, but it’s oddly satisfying.
“I-I don’t want to hurt you. Let me just scoot off really qui–” His finger comes up to my lips and presses them together effectively shutting me up.
“Not another word,” he orders. “I know what you’re thinking and you need to get that shit out of your head right the fuck now. I thought we went over this.” His comment leaves no room for argument but I’m not one hundred percent sure he even knows what he’s talking about.
“You don’t know what I was going to say and I don’t appreciate you talking to me like that. I’m not a fucking child.”
Before I know what’s going on, I’m hanging over Sam’s thick thighs, looking down at the floor. He has me over his fucking lap like he’s going to spank me. The audacity. I’m so angry that words aren’t forming in my mind.
“Now, I’ve already told you that naughty girls get punished. If you continue to speak down about yourself, you will find your ass on the receiving end of my palm. Now, what’s your safeword, sunshine?”
“Safeword?” I repeat.
“Yes, your safeword in case this gets to be too much for you. If it does then say the word and I’ll stop.”
“I, um, pineapple.” Pineapple? What the hell was I thinking when I picked that earlier? In my defense, it was the first thing that popped into my mind.
He chuckles huskily, shooting a bolt of electricity straight to my clit. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I can’t help but squirm on his lap. Wait, is he hard?
“Stay still and count.” Sam pulls the joggers that I borrowed down, leaving me bare before him. The cool air hits my fevered skin eliciting a low moan that I definitely didn’t mean to voice. I don’t want him to have the satisfaction that I will enjoy this little parade of power.
He doesn’t warn me before the first slap rings through the air as it connects with my ass cheek. Hot pain shoots through me but morphs into something more pleasurable as it settles into my skin.
“One,” I squeak out.
“Good girl,” he praises. I don’t know why that phrase affects me so, but I find myself growing wetter. If he spread my legs right now, he would see the evidence on my thighs.
Pulling me from my thoughts, another slap connects with the other ass cheek. Am I really going to lay here and take this from him?
“Is that all ya got, big man? I thought this was supposed to be a punishm–”
Sam’s hand connects with the back of my things and I can't help but whimper.
“How was that? I was going to go easy for your first time but you had to open that bratty mouth of yours, didn’t you?” he huffs.“Number?”
“T-three,” I breathe out trying to fill my lungs with the oxygen that left them when his hand came down on me.
“Nope. We started over. That was one, princess. Ready to use your safeword?” The way he says it makes my blood boil. He’s taunting me but he should know I am one to never back down from a challenge.
“One,” I repeat, waiting for him to continue. I won’t acknowledge that he insinuated that I would be using my safeword. He can kiss my now red ass before that happens.
The next two come in rapid succession, causing me to flinch but I find myself leaning into him still. It’s true what they say about gingers, we have a high pain tolerance. Obviously this is being used to my benefit, causing the pain to radiate straight to my pulsing center.
“Two, three,” I murmur as I shift on his lap, needing the much needed friction between my legs. I squirm enough that a moan falls from his lips. His hardness is pressing against me. I may be sore from this morning but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him to slide inside me right now. I’m worked up enough that he could thrust right in.
“I know what you’re doing, Marcy. It’s not going to work.” I lean my head back as far as I can to look into his eyes. Desire radiates from them causing shivers to wrack through my body. I shift more against him causing him to utter, “Fuck!”
Sam runs his hands over my heated backside with slow steady strokes. He smoothes away the pain leaving nothing but need in its place. The joggers get thrown the rest of the way off as Sam pulls me up against his body. My legs straddle him as my wet core rests on his hard cock. It takes everything in me not to rock against him. There is an ache that needs to be quenched or I think I will die right here.
“Don’t think every punishment will be that easy,” he comments, “I just couldn’t focus with you grinding that wet pussy all over my lap.” Heat flames my cheeks. How did I go from a virgin to a wanton woman in twenty four hours? He pushes a chunk of curls behind my ear then trails his fingers along my cheek then down the column of my throat.
“You’re stunning and you don’t even know it. How is that possible?” I think the question is more for himself than for me. “If you could see yourself from my eyes,” he groans, “you would have a different opinion of yourself.”
