Page 77 of Craved By Lust

“Jessica, I’ve been waiting at the door for you all day. I’m pretty sure you didn’t come home.”

“N-no. I… I meanmyhome as inmyapartment,” I tell him and the phone goes silent.

“Oh okay… then I’ll be right over. Did you need clothes? Shoes? Gear? I can buy th?—”

“No, Frank. I’m here because this is my home and I live here,” I remind him.

“Jessica…”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t fuck with me,” he growls and my pussy, that had the pleasure of feeling him in places I didn’t know existed in the human body, even after acing all my lectures on the human body, clenches so tight I double over. All the hair on my body stands on end while my pussy juice shamefully seeps and soaks my tights.

“Baby, I’m not playing. I… I think it’s b?—”

“Jessica.”

“Yes, Daddy?” I instinctually call him.

“I’m going to either come and drag your sexy ass back here kicking and screaming, no matter who fucking sees, andthenI’ll spank that ass,oryou’llwillinglycome and I’ll spank that ass. Pick one,” he breathes out and I feel lightheaded as my throat cinches closed, but I open my mouth because if I don’t say something, I know he’ll make good on his words.

“But I?—”

“Pick. One. Or. I. Will. Pick,” he grits out.

“I… I’ll come willingly,” I mutter, holding in a groan.

“Good choice,” he purrs and I hang up and grab my things, hurrying out the door, knowing that if I don’t come in time, Frank will make it his mission to hunt me down.

I make it to his place in thirteen minutes flat. By the time I’m running down the hall, the door is opening and all too soon, I’m snatched up, my tights are snatched the fuck down, and I’m bent over his knee.

“Fran—” I can’t even finish the sentence before I feel a hard smack across my ass, making me wince. “WHA?—”

“Count,” he growls.

“But I—” He smacks my ass harder, and the sting causes my toes to curl and tears to sting my eyes.

“Start over from one. Don’t fucking make me repeat myself!” he demands and I swallow.

“O-one, sir.”

“That’s it, baby.” He smacks my ass again, but this time, he doesn’t just let it go. He grips my ass and jiggles it.

“T-two, sir,” I cry out and he smacks it again and again and again to the point I’m panting and my pussy juices soak his knees. By the time he’s done, I’m staggering as he slides my tights up and sets me down on his lap, straddling him as he hugs me tight.

“Fuck… don’t do that again. I nearly had a heart attack.” He places his head in my neck, breathing me in.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him as I hug him back, happy to be home.

“Baby, why’d you leave me?” he pouts adorably, blinking at me cutely.

“Today wasn’t the best day,” I admit and sag against his chiseled chest, thinking about my blunder at practice.

“What happened?” he pouts, placing kisses all over my body.

“Coached benched me,” I tell him and he goes still, cutting his eyes to me.

“Do you want me to kill him?” He leans back, blinking seriously, taking me aback.

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