Page 90 of Cheap Shot
“You have two choices. Either bend over my knee and take your punishment like a good girl or walk out that door, and I won’t lay a finger on you again.”
“Are you kidding me?” she shouts before slapping both of her hands over her mouth.
“No, I’m not.” I tug her hips slightly, causing her to lose her balance and fall into my lap.
Michele tucks her head under my chin, fitting in my arms perfectly.
“This is what it means to be with me. I’m demanding and controlling, and sometimes I’ll punish you for not following the rules.”
“Will it hurt?” she whispers, wrapping my shirt in her hands.
“Yes,” I say as her entire body tenses. “That’s the only way you’ll ever learn your lesson.”
We sit in silence as I rock her back and forth, my heart pounding out of my chest, waiting for her to respond. I told Michele I’d let her walk out of the door and never touch her again, but I know that’s a fucking lie. Now that I’ve tasted her, there is no going back.
She climbs to her feet and lies across my lap, sticking her ass up in the air. “Okay.”
I bite back a groan as I run my hand over her luscious round ass before giving it two quick but sharp blows. My cock grows hard at just the thought of turning her bottom red.
“Someone is excited.” Michele runs her hand over my growing bulge to distract me.
“Teasing me will only mean more punishment for you.” I punctuate my statement with another smack.
“Fuck, that hurt,” she groans, bucking off my lap.
“That’s the point of the punishment. To remind you I’m the one in charge.” I use my other hand to hold her in place as my hand comes down on her ass in quick succession.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“You should thank me. I’d prefer you bare, and I’d be turning your ass red with each smack.”
Smack.
She wiggles in my lap, lifting her ass to meet my hand. “You like that, don’t you, Trouble? Your cunt is begging for me to fuck you bent over this bench.”
“I need more, Cole. I need you. All of you.” She moans as she looks over her shoulder, her eyes begging me to help her go over the edge.
“Lift your hips.”
She wastes no time following my instruction as I pull her pants down to her knees and slide her panties to the side.
“So fucking wet,” I whisper as her juices drip from inside her. I quickly plunge one finger in and out, and each time, her pussy grips my finger tighter.
“Oh, God,” she moans loudly, so I take my right hand and slap it over her mouth.
“You need to be quiet.” I continue pumping my finger as her walls clamp around me, sucking my finger deeper into her core. “Do you want your daddy to come in and see you like this?”
She pushes up toward my hand to get more friction, but I pull back. “You want that, don’t you, baby? You want me to be your daddy?”
“Please,” she moans loudly into my hand as I slide my fingers between her folds, slipping just the tip inside.
“It seems I have a little exhibitionist on my hands.” I chuckle as I slam two of my fingers into her, curling them slightly and finding that tiny bundle of nerves. Her walls tighten around my fingers as she tumbles over the edge.
“My turn,” I growl as I stand, slipping her off my lap and helping her to her feet. “Hand on the bench.”
She follows my instructions, placing her hands flat on the bench. I pull my cock out of my pants with a groan. “I’m going to fuck your cunt so good; you won’t be able to walk for days.”
“But…” she says over her shoulder, her eyes focusing on my cock.
