Page 40 of Little Paper Games
“I want to spank your ass,” I correct. My fingers move to her chin, and I close the distance. She jerks away once, our eyes still connected. That fiery need I feel burning bright, reflected right back to me in her green eyes.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she growls. Fucking growled. My God, yes!
“Fucking try me. Push me any further and I won’t stop. You’ve been warned,” I hiss at her. I needed this. The banter and filth.
I watched it happen. I watched the thought roll around her mind until she made her decision. All of two seconds later. Her hands fisted at her hips, her eyes narrowed even further, making them small slits of bratty willfulness, and she sneered.
“Over my dead body, Lincoln,” she stated slowly.
“Buy a fucking casket then, Clarke.” I grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up over my shoulder. With only a few strides, and half a minute of her screaming protests, I sat on her sofa and had her splayed over my lap.
“Shut the fuck up,” I spat. My hand held her upper back down while my other one threw the hem of her robe up over her back. Pure, naked flesh met me. Fuck yes.
My hand came down with a loud smack. The hit wasn’t hard. It was a test spank if anything. She gasped gorgeously and tried to look back at me.
“Green means you’re good. Yellow means you need a minute to discuss an issue. Orange means stop now. Got it?” I said slowly, wanting her to know that regardless of the attitude I had, I wouldn’t take her or do anything to her against her will.
“Wait, isn’t it usually Red means stop now?” she asked.
“Yes, but I call you Red, so that won’t work,” I chuckled.
She nodded once.
“Say the words, Red,” I urged. I needed to know.
“Understood, you fucker,” she gritted out.
“And your color?” I pressed. My hands moved over her round ass.
“Fucking green, you arrogant, self-absorbed piece of tras—” Her harsh cry cut off her words as I smacked her ass again, twice as hard as last time. But her ass pushed back for more. Fuck me ten ways to Sunday.
My swats came faster, developing a steady rhythm as she bitched and moaned. That mouth of hers. It spurred me on and made me want to shut her up. Stuff her panties in her mouth. Or my cock. Hell, I wanted to do so many things to this woman.
“You need to learn to stop being such a fucking shrew,” My words were heated, but held no real malice. It was the game. I admired how her skin was turning pink and then reddish under my hand.
“Maybe you should be less of an egotistical, stuck up asshole,” she hissed back, her vitriol only making the moment hotter.
“You love this,” I teased, my spanks picking up both pace and intensity.
“Fuck you! I don’t!” she screeched.
“So unladylike. Screeching shrew. You need to be taught to be good. And good girls don’t’ tell lies,” I tossed back.
“I don’t lie,” she grunted with the next spank.
“Bullshit you don’t,” I countered. I spread her legs further, holding her open as my fingers slid through her soaking wet folds.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” I goaded, holding up my glistening fingers for her to see. “Clean them.”
I knew I was pushing, but I didn’t care. She looked back over her shoulder at me with heat. I wanted it all. I wanted her heat, her fire. I wanted her to give over to everything she wanted.
Yet she leaned forward and sucked my fingers into her hot mouth.
“Mother-fucking Christ on a cracker, Red,” I huffed out on a ragged breath. Her mouth sucked my two fingers in easily. It felt amazing. But that tongue! My god, her tongue flicked and danced over the part of my finger that, had it been my cock, would be the sensitive underside of my head. I could feel it on my cock. It was surreal and hot as fuck.
My hand came down harder on her ass.
“Keep sucking,” I groaned, my hand moving in nonsensical patterns, turning her ass bright red. She groaned against my fingers when I hit the soft underside of her ass, just before it met the thigh. Noted.
