Page 18 of Dangerous Stakes

He stood directly behind her and pulled her into his body. The rough feel of his jeans with the button-down fly and his hard cock straining against it increased the well of desire pooling between her legs. He left one hand wrapped from her waist to her hip keeping her backside cradled against his groin. The other moved up to play with her nipples. Susan moaned with need.

“God, Rory, I need you to fuck me.”

He chuckled. “No, love … what you want is for me to fuck you, which I will do. What I’m trying to decide is whether or not you need to get spanked before I do. I don’t want a repeat of this morning’s little tantrum come this afternoon or tomorrow morning.”

As he spoke, the hand playing with her nipples increased the attention he was giving them, and the hand that held her pressed against him slipped down between her legs to play with her clit.

“Please, no. I’ll behave,” she moaned.

He chuckled again. “Even if I let this morning slide, I need to know that you understand and accept that when you misbehave, you’ll get your backside blistered.”

“I do. Please?” she hated that she was begging but she really didn’t want to be spanked. She just wanted to feel his cock deep inside her again.

He stepped away from her and she whirled around to face him. He immediately turned her back into the corner and spanked her hard three times.

“What did I tell you about when I put you in the corner?”

Susan stomped her foot, which prompted Rory to swat her again.

“Susan, when I ask you a question, you need to answer me. Remaining silent or displaying a bit of temper is not something I’ll allow. What did I tell you about standing in the corner?”

“That I’m to stand here facing it until you tell me I can come out.”

He ran his hand affectionately across her backside. “Good girl.”

She heard and felt him move away and then heard the creaking of the bed. Encouraged she didn’t turn around but glanced back only to find him sitting on the bed watching her … not reclining upon it as she had hoped. And since he was still dressed, she feared he meant to make good on his threat to spank her.

“Come here, Susan.”

She turned around. “Okay, you were right. I shouldn’t have said what I did this morning or behaved that way, and I’m sorry.”

“I’m glad to hear that, love, now come here.”

She walked towards him with a definite sway to her hips. He grinned broadly at her. She got to where he sat on the bed and made as if to kneel on either side of him. He leaned up and drew one of her hardened nipples into his mouth and sucked. Susan arched her back and moaned.

“That won’t work, Susan. You won’t seduce or coerce your way out of a spanking, and I’ll be damned if you think you can lead me around by my dick. Now, go back to the corner.”

He released her but kept close watch to see if she meant to do as she was told. Rory seemed pleased when she went back to the corner. She still didn’t like having to stand in the corner but was grateful for not getting her ass spanked again, and decided it was more to her liking than not.

The bed creaked as he stood up and walked over to her. He stood behind her and ran the backs of his hands down her sides, causing her to moan.

“Having second thoughts about misbehaving?” She smiled as she heard the brogue start to thicken as it did when he was becoming aroused.

“Yes, Rory,” she said contritely.

“Has she decided that misbehaving isn’t necessarily something she wants to do?”

“Yes, Rory.”

“Do you want to be forgiven and pleasured?”

“Yes, Rory,” she sighed.

He pulled her lower body back into contact with his still jean-clad groin. She winced. He placed one hand over her mons to keep her in place and ran the other up her naked body to her breasts to squeeze and massage them before concentrating on her nipples. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and then pinched. One and then the other. She moaned and writhed against him.

Rory continued to hold her pressed close to his fly. She could feel the hand that had been fondling her upper body move down between them, unbuttoning his fly. She felt his cock spring free. He took her hips in his hand and nudged her feet apart.

“Spread your legs, love,” he said huskily, his brogue almost too thick to make out the words.

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