Page 50 of Late to Love

He’s leaning back on his hands, his eyes hooded with need, his jaw ticking occasionally as I reveal more and more skin. But it’s the outfit I’m in now, the yellow lace bra and panty set I wore to give him a show at the bowling alley, that makes him growl. Low, predatory. My skin prickles at the sound.

“Told you I was wearing a bra,” I say, sounding deliberately bratty to get the best rise out of him.

He meets my eyes. “Take it off. Leave the panties.”

I reach behind my back and unhook the bra, a sigh of relief immediately coming out as it comes undone, releasing my breasts.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” he asks.

“You have no idea.” Damn things are torture. I much prefer my usual sports bras.

“Turn around.”

I obey, dropping the bra to the floor as I go.

And this man’s hands come up to my back, and he lightly scratches where the instrument of torture has been. The moan that comes out of my mouth…at this moment, it’s better than any orgasm he’s delivered.

He chuckles. “Thought so.”

DoI say it? “But don’t you like it?” I can’t keep the hint of vulnerability out of my voice.

“Of course I like it. Your tits are amazing, Darcy, and that bra made sure I could tell.”

“But?”

“But it was clearly uncomfortable. Besides, I don’t care what you wear. I know what’s underneath.” He pulls me backward so his arms can wrap around and cup my breasts. When he speaks, his breath fans the skin of my back. “I know where the freckles are. What color nipples you have. The way they tighten just for me when I do this.” He runs his hands over them, pinching them while nipping at my back. I moan again, more of a plea than anything. Then he releases me. “Take one step forward.”

I obey.

“Bend over. I want to see just how pretty your ass is.”

I hesitate, hoping for a punishment.

“Brat,” he says, amusement lacing his tone. “Do as I say.”

I look over my shoulder. His eyes are glued to my ass, and they flick up to meet mine for a brief second. “Now,Darcy, or the punishment won’t be what you want, I assure you.”

I raise a brow. “Maybe it will be.”

But I do as he commands, bending to present myself to him, and even though I’m still wearing panties, it feels like I’ve never been more exposed.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his hands moving around my ass. When he’s had his fill, he tells me to stand, and he slides my panties off, his beard scraping against my skin as he goes.

“Lay over my knees.”

I startle. “What?”

He tilts his head. “You heard me, Miss Belle.” He pats his knee. “Put your pretty body across my knees. You’re about to be spanked.”

Fuck.Immediately, my pussy gets wet, and I can feel the dampness between my legs. Need courses through me and I do exactly as instructed, despite it feeling a little odd.

“Comfortable?” he asks.

“Um-hmm,” I answer.

“Good.” A second later, he spanks me.

“Fuck,” I exhale, luxuriating in the way his hand circles the spot he’s hit.

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