Page 7 of Ring Me

“God, breaking you is going to be fun.” He reached into his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he set it on the dresser, balancing it so it was upright, before facing me again. “I'll give you a choice. You can strip yourself, or I'll do it for you.”

“I'm not getting naked!”

“Take off the dress. I can't promise I won't rip it if you make me do it.”

I wrapped my arms around my chest, feeling my heart ramming into them. “I've never been naked in front of a man. I was saving myself.”

“How sweet. I don't care.” Conner snapped his fingers. “Last chance, or I'm climbing up there.”

“Fine,” I muttered. “You're going to pay for this. I promise.” He didn't respond, he just smirked. Steeling myself—because even if this wasn't my first time being naked for a man, it was my first time with Conner—I gripped the hem of my pink dress.

Here we go.

Gliding it upwards, I tugged it over my head, causing my hair to fluff and sway into my eyes. The soft strands tickled over my hyper sensitive skin, my thin, white lingerie the only thing keeping me decent.

He focused his attention between my spread thighs, whistling. “Wow. Daddy's perfect little girl is a dirty slut after all.”

Blushing bright red, I covered my soaked panties. I was so fucking aroused by his comment. By... by everything we were doing. This situation was hotter than my fantasy had been. Conner was playing the part of a cruel, domineering, dangerous rival so perfectly that I wondered if he'd taken acting classes in the past.

He advanced on me, reaching across the bed to pull my arms away from my body. “Cover yourself again and I'll spank your cute ass.”

His threat lit a brand new fire in me. A heat so fierce that my clit swelled and throbbed. “You can't tell me what to do!” I snapped my knees together, arms crossing to shield my breasts. I dared him with a glare to make good on his word.

Conner froze, his blue eyes cold and hard. “I did warn you. I guess it's time for a lesson, little lamb.” In a single motion he was on the bed, his weight making the mattress shift, throwing me off balance. Snatching my upper arms, he rolled me over onto my belly.

I knew he was strong, but the way he held me flat with a single palm on my upper back was impressive. “Let me go!” I squealed, wiggling to slip away. His body keeping me captive was making my pussy slicker.

“Bad girl,” he whispered darkly. The fingers on his free hand traced up the back of my thigh, then down again. “Time to teach you who's boss.” His hand vanished. I tensed up, holding my breath, knowing what was coming—eager for it. Afraid of it. My emotions were a mess.

The first spank of his open palm made me squeak. “Ah!” It was a crisp thwap that filled the air. My ass jiggled from the impact—Conner groaned, unable to hide his response. Knowing this was turning him on was turning me on even more.

Another slap came, then a third. “Do you like that?” he asked, his breath searing the curve of my ear. His fingertips traced the hot spots he'd made on my soft skin. “Should I spank you more, dirty brat?”

“Jesus,” I whispered, muffling my voice with my face in the bed.

Conner grabbed the elastic of my panties, tugging it into my crack until the wet cloth was buried between my pussy lips. My clit pulsed over and over. “Exposing you as the filthy little slut you are will be easier than I thought.”

I writhed on his lap, whimpering. “Please...”

“Please what?”

“Touch me. I want more.”

He hissed between his teeth, as if all the tension in his body was trying to escape as steam. Conner was doing all he could to stay in charge of the scene. “No. You don't control me, Cherry.” His palm came down one final time—the hardest slap yet—before he pushed me off his lap. I propped myself on my side, staring up at him. Unfiltered desire looked back at me. It made his jaw tight, like he was gritting his molars. His hands flexed at his sides, wanting to grab me, feel me, all over again.

He retreated off the mattress. When he stood, I spotted the thick shape of his cock in his pants. It pointed upwards, tenting the denim, tempting me with the promise of a deep, hard railing.

“You want this, don't you?” he asked.

I sat up on my knees. “Yes.”

“But you're a virgin.”

My mouth opened to argue. Wait. I was aroused enough that my thoughts were getting fuzzy. In this dirty game, I was a pure virgin. “Yes.”

“Will my cock really be the first you've seen? Or have you snuck a look at some porn.”

“Once or twice,” I said quietly.

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