Page 53 of Letters to the Lost

“Brat. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”

Using my free hand, I flip her over, her face presses into the cushion, her ass in the perfect position for my brat's punishment.

I don’t normally do punishments like this but fuck it. She drives me wild with need and I see no better opportunity than now.

Smacking my hand over the globe of her ass, her sweet moans muffled by the cushion make my cock hard but there will be no orgasms today, for either of us.

“This isn’t supposed to be a reward, Sunshine. Now take it back,” I demand.

Her silence nearly knocks me on my ass. She’s enjoying this, she’sreallyenjoying this.

“Do you want to come?” I ask her after spanking her ass one more time.

“Please,” she whines.

Leaning down close to her ear, I skim my teeth over the skin.

“Nope,” I mimic her, popping the P just like she did.

Before I can pull back, Autumn turns her head to the side and latches her teeth onto my wrist playfully.

“Did you just bite me?” I ask incredulously, staring at the teeth marks that now decorate my wrist.

“Yup. You won’t let me come.”

“No, I won’t. You won’t be touching yourself either,” I say while getting off of her, “I gotta go.”

“Where?” she asks, pushing herself to stand.

Her face is red from the blush coating her cheeks even when her eyes are narrowed in frustration at me.

“Somewhere really important. I’ll be back, I promise.”

“Fine,” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Back soon! I love you!” I call to her as I leave the room, wasting no time as I rush out.

“I love you too!”

A few hours later, I’m walking back into Autumn’s house.

“Autumn?!” I call out, the dogs' excited yips come from the kitchen, so I follow the noise hoping to find my girl on the way.

Walking into the kitchen filled with music and dogs barking, a ruffled-looking Autumn spins around the room, a wooden spoon in her hand as she shakes her ass side to side along to the beat.

“Shit!” She shouts, startled “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Baking you ‘I’m sorry for biting you’ cookies.”

“You don’t need to apologize for that, but I won’t say no to your cookies. I hear they are amazing.”

“Well, they can also be the apology ones I owe you.”

A timer goes off somewhere in the room, startling us.

“Oh! They’re ready! Where did you go anyway?” She questions as she pulls out what looks like white chocolate chip and raspberry cookies.

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