Page 34 of What's the time, Mr. Wolfe
“You. Are. Too. Young.”
“And yet you want me,” I challenged.
He nodded.
I pulled my dress over my head; he closed his eyes.
I slipped off my bra; he opened his eyes.
When I lowered my knickers, he stepped towards me.
“I’m on three strikes, Mr. Wolfe,” I said, aware that my voice was sultry, but it wasn’t intentional.
He grabbed me then, forced me back against the wall and turned me away from him. He held my wrists above my head, and I held my breath.
He slapped my arse.
It stung. It brought tears to my eyes, and a pulsebetween my legs. I was instantly wet, enough to feel it between my thighs.
He slapped my arse again.
I moaned and rested my forehead on the wall. I’d never been spanked before. I’d read it, watched it online. It was different, experiencing it, of course. My skin stung, it was a heat that spread not only over my skin but down between my legs. His palm stayed connected with my arse and he gently rubbed. It didn’t do anything to ease the soreness, but it was pleasurable.
Sebastian used his foot to kick at my ankles, and I parted my legs.
“Strike three,” he said, and then spanked me again.
That time, it was lower. His fingers covered my opening, and he held his hand there, teasing my clitoris. I was done for. I came, arching my back towards him. I felt liquid run from me, drip down my thigh, and I wanted to die of embarrassment.
He rubbed at my opening, coating his fingers, and then lowered his head to my neck. “Good girl, Ruby,” he said.
There was something in the way he spoke such simple words that had me wanting to please him.
When he pulled his hand away, I felt bereft. “No!” I said.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” he whispered. “Butdon’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet. What time did I say it was?”
My stomach lurched, and because I didn’t reply as quickly as I guess he wanted me to, I got another spank.
“Dinner time,” I said.
He turned me to face him. “Beautiful,” he said, rubbing his thumb under my eyes to catch the tears that had settled there.
He lowered himself to his knees, holding my hips. “You wanted me on my knees, Ruby, and here I am.”
Before I could respond, he had buried his face in my pussy. He sucked on my clitoris, sending shockwaves through my body. He held the sensitive nub between his teeth, slowing biting down until I screamed out.
I fisted his hair, tightening my grip with every lick, suck, or nip. Sweat rolled down my back, my hair stuck to my skin, and my legs started to shake again.
“No,” I said, pushing his head. The orgasm that was building was intense, the ache in my stomach from the last one hadn’t subsided.
He paused. “No!” I said, and he chuckled.
“You don’t get to say no, Ruby,” he whispered, and his breath soothed the heat.
“Shouldn’t I have a safe word?” I panted out.
He chuckled. “Safe words are for pussies. Trust me to know what you can stand, okay?” he said, looking up at me.
