All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,170

of desire and reluctance that is a heady concoction.

“You know I’ll have to punish you if you disobey,” he murmurs, leaning in and biting my lobe. “And that’s before we start the real games, my dear.”

“I…”

“Maybe I’ll sit down right here,” he points at a settee, “and spread your legs wide on my lap, and spank your pussy until you cry and beg for forgiveness?”

“Locke!” I grab his hand.

“Then do what I asked, hmmm?” He nods to my dress.

I pull it up fast, as high as I can, ensuring my pussy is clearly exposed. “Like this?”

“Good.” He nods and smiles. “But I think you’ll get a few pussy spanks anyway for taking your time. It’s important to do things right away when you’re told.”

Without further warning, he takes me over to the settee in question and settles himself down, legs spread a bit. “Come on, then, Temi. Sit on my lap.” He pats his thighs. “Legs across mine, dress up, so that pussy is nice and exposed.”

“But I…” I glance around. I wanted to be here. I like what he’s doing. It’s just so… sudden.

“Extra for making me wait.” He frowns. “If I have to do it for you, I’ll give you a little nipple punishment before we start as well.”

“But I—”

“Your choice.” He pulls me to him with such grace that I feel like I’m a flamenco dancer about to do a twirl. In a second, I’m sitting across his lap with my back to his chest, one thigh slung over each of his legs, my dress still hiked up.

He bends his head and his breath is hot on my neck. “Ah, my sweet student needs to learn obedience. The most fun lesson to teach, in my opinion. But I’m here to help.”

He reaches down and strokes my inner thighs, making little circles with his fingers. “Tonight, you’ll learn that I prefer to be a very strict professor.”

Chapter 8

I make a small noise and push my hips up, trying to entice his fingers closer. But he just teases me, letting them get so close I’m sure he’s going to touch my pussy, then backing away.

When I can’t take it anymore, he seems to sense it: he taps my pussy softly with his index finger, then pushes, just a little.

I squirm and sigh. “Locke.” Then I make a sound of irritation as he stops what he’s doing.

“Keep those legs nice and wide, hmmm?”

Before I realize what he’s about to do, he slaps my pussy—a nice, hard smack with his open palm.

I squeal and clench my muscles, attempting to close my legs, but he’s got them firmly over his.

“What did I tell you?” He waits for me to still my body, which is hard—every nerve ending is now on fire. My eyes are closed, my head pushed back into his chest, my body melding with his… except for my pussy, which is on full view to everyone. My wet, stinging pussy… and God help me, I want him to slap me again.

“You’re not looking?” He chuckles, touches my cheek. “They’ve all noticed you, sweet girl. They see you sitting on me, awaiting my touch, whether it be for pleasure or not.”

I arch my back, his words electrifying me.

“And I think you fucking love it.” He growls and bites my earlobe.

“Bite my neck,” I order him, adjusting my body, trying to open my legs wider. They’re looking at me? Let them stare. Let them all desire me, wish they could fuck me—but they can’t. Tonight, I’m the queen, the one getting the attention, the one on fire.

I cry out as he smacks my pussy again, a little harder.

“I’m the one who gives the commands.” He rubs his fingers so lightly over the area he spanked that I barely feel it. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, yes, Sir,” I hurry to respond. The light feels warm on my face and body and I like being here, draped over him, drifting into one of my dark fantasies. For a second I’m not sure if it’s real or if I’m at home, dreaming.

“Oh, it’s real,” he murmurs, giving me a quick nip on the neck.

Surprised, I blink my eyes open and crane my neck to look up at him. “What?”

“And it’s about to get more intense… if you can handle that.” He checks me, watching like a hawk. Looking, I assume, for signs that I do or do not like where this is going.

He’s graceful at this game; I sense he can move it in any direction