Page 48 of Forever His Brat

She struggled to close her legs, but he didn’t allow it. Even in the dim lighting he could see the red flush that had crawled up the side of her face. “I asked you a question, Charlie.”

“No.”

“No?” He pressed his fingers against her panties, rubbing. “You sure about that?”

She tried to lift her hips, for more of what he was teasing. “M-maybe a little?” she admitted in a small voice.

“Just a little? Funny… you sure are wet for someone who only enjoyed herself alittle.” He knew no one would complain about the fingering, as long as it was discrete, and he slipped one finger underneath the slick fabric. It slid easily into her, and she made a low gasping cry as he penetrated her.

But once he was there, he didn’t do anything else. There was no playing with her clit or thrusting in and out. He didn’t give her what she desperately wanted, even when she tried to take it by wiggling against his hand.

He stopped that quickly enough with one comment, “People are going to see you humping my hand like a bad little girl, if you keep that up, Charlotte McGee.”

“Oh god,” she blurted and then turned to bury her face against his chest. Her breath was ragged and hot through his shirt.

He slid his fingers up through her folds and circled her clit—just once. Then he pulled his hand free, tugged her skirt down, and relaxed. He’d made his point. He’d driven her right to the edge.

She didn’t look at him, just squirmed and tried to press her thighs together for relief. Each time he pulled them back apart.

“Nope, you don’t get to come tonight little girl.”

She must have guessed already because she didn’t act surprised. She just let out a sad little whimper as he patted her bottom lovingly.

“Have you seen enough of the club, Charlie? Would you like to go find some more scenes to watch?”

Not surprisingly her answer was a firm, “No thank you, Daddy.”

He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, but she didn’t see it because she had her own face well hidden.

CHAPTER11

Charlie had expected a fun evening out with her new friend. She’d hoped to see some exciting scenes that she could tuck away for future fantasizing. Maybe if she was lucky there would be things she could try with Sam.

And it had started out just fine. But once Sam and Nick arrived things had gone downhill rapidly. Katie didn’t know when to quit and she seemed determined to make things worse. Charlie wanted no part of any escalating trouble, so she’d just shut up and tried to be invisible.

In her wildest dreams she hadn’t pictured Sam catching her at the club. Maybe he’d find out later. Maybe she’d even confess if she felt guilty about it—but getting caught in theoneplace he would have no problem baring her ass and spanking it. That she hadn’t even considered.

Why didn’t I think about this more carefully before jumping in?

She was both horrified at the idea that Sam would spank her in public, and also… kind of turned on by the idea of it. The conflicting emotions made her a nervous wreck and when Nick had hauled Katie off for a very enthusiastic whupping with his thick leather belt, she’d been aware she was probably going to be next.

But Sam had something else in mind. When she realized he had no intention of spanking her, or playing with her at all, she’d been filled with a miserable sinking feeling. The horror had been surface level, but the desire to scene with him in this place went deep.

She wanted Sam’s hands on her, wanted what Katie was getting. Even if it was punishment, she realized now she craved it. The embarrassment, the pain—she wanted to experience it all.

At least that’s what she told herself as she watched Katie’s butt turning red. She envied each vivid red welt and the way they seemed immersed in each other. It was sexy and arousing to see it from the audience.

Katie didn’t enjoy it for long, and Charlie knew that in her place she would have begun to regret everything even faster. The arousal would have vanished as the pain overwhelmed her senses. Anything that remained would have died under the humiliation of people seeing her kick and cry like some punished child.

But watching it, her body didn’t understand the realities. Her panties still soaked, and she had trouble staying still as little shivers rolled through her body.

Sam knew. Of course he knew she was turned on, how could he not?

Charlie didn’t expect him to take advantage of it right there in the club. His hand creeping under her skirt had sent sparks through her and she wanted it. She didn’t care who was watching. She needed him to thrust those fingers into her hungry heat.

Her body was in control of everything. She couldn’t have stopped her reactions even if she’d tried. And she’d known, in the back of her mind, that Sam was not going to reward her with an orgasm.

It wasn’t his style. If she’d thought further, she probably would have realized he wasn’t going to fuck her after they left the club either. Logistically it would have been hard anyway since there was only one hotel room.

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