Page 25 of Saving St. Nicolas

“I can’t believe she left again,” I mutter, remembering how I woke up in the hospital to Leia beside me and Riley nowhere around. I was upset then, this time I’m pissed.

I walk in the bathroom to take care of business, brush my teeth, then I get dressed.If this woman thinks we were one night, she’s going to learn better. I should put her over my knee and spank her ass.

My cock twitches at the thought, and a smile forms on my lips.I might just do it anyway, I think to myself, the idea calming me down.

I get in Noah’s car and drive over to Riley’s house, images of spanking her floating through my mind. My hand twitches at the thought, knowing how drenched I can make her.

I park in her driveway and walk up to the door. I try the handle, but it’s locked, as it should be. I would be very disappointed if she left her front door unlocked for anyone to walk into. I’m trying to decide whether I should be a gentleman and knock on the door, or be the asshole, and break in. It wouldn’t be hard to pick this lock.

I decide to be an asshole and go for surprise. If she can sneak out of my hotel room, then I can sneak into her house. It only seems fair, I tell myself internally.

I make quick work of the lock, using my gerber tool, which also has a few extra tools. I quietly open the door, then close it, checking the lock to make sure it’s in place. I silently make my way through her house, and find her coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

The room smells like lavender, and I wonder if she soaked in a hot bath.Was I too rough on her?I internally ask myself.

I watch as she drops the towel, showing me her naked backside. I see the bruises I left on her hips, and twitch. I like it rough, but I never meant to hurt her. We are going to need to come up with a safe word so I know when it’s too much for her to handle.

I walk behind her, reaching around and grabbing her by the throat.

“Ahhh,” she starts to scream, but I put pressure on her throat, effectively cutting off sound, while she tries to kick and hit me.

“Oh, Spitfire, I do enjoy your fight. Maybe you should have stayed in the hotel, and I could have shown you all the ways I’d like for you to fight me,” I whisper in her ear.

She relaxes a little when she realizes it’s me, but only a little. She’s still pretty tense.

“Now, that’s twice you left me without saying anything. How should I punish you?”

“What?’ she tries to spit out, so I relax my hand around her throat.

“What was that?” I ask, knowing what she said.

“What do you mean punish? We fucked, we slept, we fucked more, slept, and I left. Why would you punish me for doing exactly what you wanted?” she looks at me quizzically.

“Did I tell you, you could leave?” I ask.

“I didn’t realize I needed to ask your permission,” she spits out.

I turn her to look at me. I want to see her eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you, you were mine and no one else can have you?” I ask calmly.

“You only said that in the heat of the moment. We both know you didn’t mean it,” she starts to walk away, and I grab her around the waist.

“Oh, how wrong you are, my Spitfire,” I say, sitting on the bed and holding her across my lap with her ass in the air. “Give me a word?”

“A word?” she asks.

“Yes, a word.”

“What are you doing, Mike?” she asks as I bring my hand down on her ass. “Oww, what the fuck, Mike? I’m not a kid.”

I smack her ass again, then gently rub it. “Each time you scream out, I’m going to add another spanking to the amount you are already getting, now give me a word,” I tell her, smacking her ass again and watching how pink it turns, causing my cock to swell more in my pants.

“I didn’t agree to this,” she breathes out, but her pussy is already drenched, letting me know she is not against this action. “

I smack her other cheek, then lightly run my finger over her pussy lips. I watch as the goosebumps form on her skin. “A word.”

“Pineapple,” she screams out.

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