Page 35 of Ice Wolf
I don’t know what possessed me other than I’d blame my hormones. I snapped my hand around her wrist, dragging her not on but over my lap.
Lily stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.
But not for long.
When I yanked on her shorts, ripping the material as well as her thong over her rounded bottom, she threw out an excessive number of curse words.
“You goddamn son of a bitch. You asshole. You shithead. What are you, some monster?”
If she only knew. “Just a man who needs to teach a lady a lesson.” I rubbed my palm on her soft skin and my cock immediately shifted to full arousal. This was not good. Not good at all.
What did I care?
With a smile of pure joy on my face, I cracked my hand down on her backside.
Her yelp was from shock and anger.
“Didn’t your mama ever tell you not to throw punches?” My question was met with an intense growl of her own. I was impressed.
“Let me go.”
I smacked her several times, easily holding her down even while she huffed and puffed. Did she not know thatLittle Red Riding Hoodwas a fairytale?
“Not until you tell me you’re sorry.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Okay then.” I shifted my hand from side to side, enjoying the light breeze and the way the sun felt on my skin. As I continued spanking her, the sight of her skin turning a lovely shade of pink was even tastier.
“I’m going to… I will… You have no idea…” she sputtered.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” I issued harder smacks, enjoying the sound of skin striking skin just as much. Was there a fleeting thought in the back of my mind that I was crossing several lines? Yeah, but the thrill of possession enticed the beast inside.
He’d had a long few days and maybe this would abate his incessant needs.
She wiggled and cursed some more, her arms flailing. Her efforts were amusing and I smiled as her ass took on a deeper shade of red. Maybe later she’d make good on her threat, but for now I gathered a full whiff of her desire, which was priceless.
Soon, she stopped struggling, doing nothing more than pressing her palms on the track’s surface and panting. The one thing I couldn’t do was read minds, but I didn’t need to. I could tell she was drifting from rage and surprise to something much darker.
Lust.
My cock throbbed to the point she had to feel the hard line of my shaft against her stomach. What if I took her right here? Would that cross the line?
As delicious as it sounded, even I wasn’t that much of a cad.
I finished up the spanking, flexing my fingers. They were nearly as hot as her bottom was red. Maybe I should take a picture of this special moment.
When I was certain she was calm, I lifted my hands. With lightning speed, she scrambled away, spinning toward me. Her flushed face was the color of her plump little bottom.
Could my balls be any tighter?
“This isn’t working.” She looked away, jerking to her feet and yanking on her shorts.
The moment was shattered. I rolled off onto my back, staring up at the sky where I remained.
She paced the track, cursing under her breath, but it was loud enough I knew she wasn’t attempting to hide them from me.
When she stormed over again, I crossed my legs at my ankles, making myself more comfortable. “Let me tell you something… Mister… Masters.” Several strands of hair had fallen from her ponytail, and she blew them constantly, finally coming close to ripping hair out as she straddled my body while standing over me.
