Page 4 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

Savannah stood. “Oh shit,” she said, trying to take a step and falling onto my lap instead.

“If you wanted to be closer, all you had to do was ask.” I moved her long hair out of the way so I could run my nose up her neck.

“No, I’m sorry I….”

“You what?” I breathed into her ear as my hand slid around her waist. “Mmmm, you smell good, Savannah, good enough to eat,” I growled against her neck.

“I…shouldn’t be…I…this is wrong….”

“Why is that?”

Grabbing a handful of her dress, I inched it up her leg, and her breath hitched. I did it again, and she still didn’t move.

“You haven’t answered my question, Savannah,” I said, walking my fingers down her leg and fisting the final bit of material, allowing my hand to slip between her thighs.

“I should really go,” she said but didn’t try to move away.

“You probably should. You said you have a long day tomorrow.” I slid my hand further up her leg until my fingers were able to brush what felt like silk. My bet was a thong. Her body shuddered, and she softly moaned as I rubbed her clit through the silky fabric.

“I don’t do this,” she panted out.

“Do what? You don’t have sex?”

“No, I….” She sucked in a deep breath as I pushed my finger past the narrow string and into her pussy.

My cock had been hard long before she landed on my lap as I pictured fucking her in every way possible, but now it was in command.

“I don’t sleep with strangers,” she said in a rush.

“I’m not a stranger, not anymore. You know my name, what I do, and that I play hockey. You know what I drink and that I make you wet. That’s more than enough to say you know me. You seem like you’re always the good girl, Savannah. So why can’t you just let loose this once and be my very bad girl? I’m itching to punish your ass until it’s as red as your cheeks before I fuck you.” She wiggled on my lap, my finger pumping a little faster. “Ever been spanked before, Savannah?” She didn’t say anything, but I knew she hadn’t. I could tell, and it was easy to see she was intrigued. She panted a little faster, and her legs opened wider.

“Oh god, someone will see,” she said, yet leaned back into my chest.

“I hope someone does,” I said, thrusting my finger harder as I pushed the bar stool, and it spun until we were facing the windows that looked out to the street. A few cars drove by, and a man walking his dog looked in and stumbled as he stared, but Savannah was too far gone in the building orgasm and alcohol swimming through her veins to care. “That man is going to go home and jerk himself off to thoughts of you.” I added a finger and pushed it deeper as I gripped the front of her dress and pulled it down over her nipple to tweak it between my fingers.

“Fuck, oh fuck yes….”

“Such a bad girl showing your kitty to the world. I don’t like to share my meals. You definitely need to be punished now,” I said as a few more people walked by but didn’t look inside. “Don’t you, Savannah? You want me to punish you, don’t you?”

“Fuck, I really shouldn’t,” she said, and I smirked.

Removing my hand, I pulled the front of her dress up into place and let the fabric of the skirt fall down her legs.

She looked over her shoulder at me, confusion mixing with the lust in her eyes.

“You didn’t give me the right answer.” Standing, I steadied her on her feet and then took a step back.

Her eyes traced down my body to my cock that was pushing the front of my pants out, and licked her lips.

“It was nice meeting you, Savannah. I hope you have a successful trip,” I said and turned to leave.

“Wait.” I turned around.

She opened her mouth and closed it a couple of times, but I wasn’t going to help her out. Her cheeks flamed red, and her eyes glittered with desire, but I wouldn’t take it any further until she invited me up. My oldest brother Ronan tended to take what he wanted, but I found this far more amusing. The perplexed look on her face as her mind and body warred over what to do was like a shot of vodka to my system. When Savannah finally caved to her carnal desires, it meant I held the cards, and she’d have to play by my rules. There was no greater feeling than taking an adorable saint like little Ms. Savannah FBI, who’d never put a toe out of line her entire life, and turning her into a slut who begged for my cock.

“I…I want to be a bad girl,” she whispered.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” I said, to be a prick.