“Well?
Are you going to say anything?
Or do you like this?
Is that why you can’t help testing me?
Did you always secretly hope I would do this?”
She looks at me again, her face dark red, her eyes watering, and I could almost believe I’m right.
“Go to hell.”
“That’s not an answer.”
I lift my hand menacingly.
“I’ve been holding back so far.
Do you want to see what I’m really capable of?”
She’s not a stupid girl.
Good sense wins out in the end.
“Fine.
Damn you.
Fine.
Now let me up.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t.
Maybe I should hold you like this for a while.”
I bring my hand down, but it’s not to spank her.
This time, I’m almost gentle as I graze the curves of her cheeks.
How many times have I imagined doing this?
Even with a layer of denim in the way, it’s almost more than I can handle without losing control and tearing her pants off.
And when she shivers-a single spasm almost violent enough to knock her off my lap-I let her go before this can go too far.
Hell, I’m thinking it already has.
She doesn’t look at me.
Doesn’t say a word.
She goes straight to her room and closes the door.
Not even a slam.
She only closes it, leaving me alone.
And I do what I know I shouldn’t but can’t help.
I lean back and unzip my jeans, sighing in relief as I free my cock from its prison.
I take it in my fist and pump hard, the image of Mia’s perfect ass burned into my brain.
She shivered.
She wanted it.
And dammit, so did I.
So much that I couldn’t even make it to my room before stroking myself like this, like some depraved fucking lunatic sitting out in the open.
“Mia,” I grunt under my breath, teeth gritted, remembering how firm her ass is, how easy it was to make her submit.
The first spurt shoots from the tip before I can catch it against my other hand.
It splashes over my jeans.
Again, and again.
My balls empty, the tension slowly easing as I loosen my grip and let my softening dick fall against my waistband.
Tonight, I went farther than I ever should have, and I only want more.
What is she doing to me?
And how much longer until jerking off won’t be enough?
Chapter 12: Mia
12
MIA
What the hell just happened?
I haven’t even turned the light on in my room.
I can’t move.
I’ve been leaning against my door for… I have no idea how long.
I can’t wrap my head around this.
How I’m supposed to feel.
What I’m supposed to do next.
It was wrong, wasn’t it?
What he did was wrong.
Spanking me like I’m a child.
I don’t even think my mom ever spanked me when I was little.
But now here I am.
My ass stings, and it took all I had not to burst out crying.
At first.
When he first threw me over his knee.
After that…
I don’t think I’ve ever been so inexplicably wet.
My panties are sticking to my skin.
I’m so turned on it hurts.
It only got worse every time his hand made contact.
Am I one of those people who gets off on being spanked?
What the hell am I supposed to do with this new knowledge?
Was it only because the spanking was coming from him?
Maybe I wouldn’t have gotten off on it if it was anybody else.
But I’m not going to go out and experiment with somebody else, either.
My head is spinning.
My heart is still racing.
How can I face him again?
At first, the idea of calling my dad is appealing.
He would never pull anything like this again once Dad found out about it.
But at the same time, it would mean getting him in trouble and also getting myself into deep shit.
I can’t forget that part.
That’s something he’s always going to be able to use against me.
Everything he does results from me going against his orders, meaning Dad’s orders.
I’m always going to be stuck.
And it’s not like I can make up a reason for him to spank me, either.
If Dad found out Zeke ever so much as laid a hand on me, he could say goodbye to his dick.
I have no doubt about that.
The one thing Dad wants more than anything else is for me to be pure, untouched.
It’s gross and intrusive, but I guess he’s old-fashioned like that.
When my phone buzzes, it snaps me back into reality.
Shit, everybody is waiting for me at Dean’s.
The text is from Posey.
Where are you?
Do you need campus police?
It’s almost enough to make me smile.
My dad should take a hint from her: she cares about people she likes, but she doesn’t have to be up their ass every second of the day.
Though that doesn’t mean she won’t offer to call for help when somebody is twenty minutes late, which is where I am right now according to the time on my phone.
Sorry, can’t make it out.
But I’m okay.
Have fun, and I’ll talk to you later.
That will have to be enough for now.
I leave the phone on my dresser, dragging my feet across the room.
I can’t even be all that disappointed about not getting to go out.
Not when I don’t know how I’m ever going to face Zeke after this.
He had to know.
When I shivered, he had to have felt it.
It wasn’t a shiver of disgust or revulsion or anything like that.
I wish it was; that would make everything so much easier.
No, that was definitely me shivering with pleasure.
I almost wanted more.
I wanted to feel his hand on my bare skin, no pants in the way.
I’m never going to get him out of my system, am I?
He’s always going to be there, tormenting me.
Reminding me of that awful night and how embarrassing it was when he didn’t want me.
Reminding me he still doesn’t want me but making me want him more all the time-God, I do, and I hate myself for it.
Why couldn’t it be anybody but him?
I undress slowly, taking my time to remove my jeans.
I can’t help but turn on the lamp on my dresser before turning around to see what he did.
There aren’t any handprints-I don’t know if I’m disappointed or not-but my entire ass is red, and it stings to the touch.
But in a good way.
Just when I thought I understood my body and the way my brain works, something like this had to happen.
What does it even mean?
Is it supposed to feel good?
A knock on my door scares me enough that I jump and fumble for my jeans like I got caught doing something bad.
“What?”
I manage.
“I want to talk to you.”
“I think you’ve said enough already.”
“I want to talk for real.
Seriously.”
He sounds serious, too.
He also hasn’t apologized.
I don’t know if I’d be wasting my time hoping for an apology, though.
Something tells me I would be.
Even if he’s sorry, he’s never going to admit it.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.