I want without a glitch.
“I can handle whatever you think you can give me.” I make my tone mocking, although I’m nearly one hundred percent sure I could not handle anything. This man has a darkness to him that I can sense; it’s part of his allure. And I want to play on the edge.
“You’re quite defiant, aren’t you.” He slides me off his lap onto the settee and stands up. “Soon enough, you’ll be more submissive, Temi.”
He looks across the room. “That spanking bench is available. I’m going to go over there and get a few things set up. When I gesture like this,” he holds his hand up and snaps his fingers, “you’ll crawl over to me. Slowly. Make it sexy. Then you kneel and wait for your next command.”
My eyes widen. “You want me to what? You’re going to snap for me?”
“Exactly. If you don’t obey, I’ll give you extra with the crop. That’s one of the things I’m getting prepared, by the way.”
“I…”
The idea of crawling—the humiliation!—so much more degrading than being spread across his lap, has me balking, even though this place is full of sex and exhibition, and exultation in it all.
“Perhaps you need some more motivation,” he suggests. In a split second—he moves so fast, I can’t even comprehend it—he’s back beside me and has me on my back on the settee, skirt falling around my waist like a waterfall, my legs up in the air.
“Spread,” he orders me, his voice a low growl. “And keep your eyes open this time. Look at me, Temi.”
I stare at his gaze, those gorgeous purple eyes, so full of passion and determination.
“You’ve disappointed me,” he says softly. “And for that, you must be chastized.”
He puts one hand on each calf and pulls my legs open until I can’t go further.
“Keep your eyes on me while I punish you,” he murmurs.
There’s no time to answer because he slaps my pussy again, so much harder this time that I recognize that the little taps before were just play.
“Ow!” I cry out, twisting my hips, but he’s got his hands on my calves again.
“No. Two more hard ones, just like that. It’s going to hurt, and then it will be over, and you can get back to your job of waiting for the signal to crawl to me. Understand? Or else we go back to the bar, have a drink, and I’ll send you home.”
I’m terrified that he’ll really send me home, and so I nod, mute.
“Good. Ready?”
“Y-yes.”
He smacks me again, just as hard as before. I gasp and bite my lip to avoid crying out. I know people are watching me, seeing how Locke has me spread out for his punishment.
“It stings.” I wiggle my hips again. “Locke.”
“But look how wet you are,” he says, gliding a finger along my pussy. “I think another slap will do you good.” He rubs me while he speaks. “A little pain only enhances the pleasure. See?”
And he spanks my pussy again, the hardest one yet. I yelp despite myself, the bright spark of pain fading fast, and combining with the growing pleasure to leave just a subtle warmth and burn that makes me want him even more badly.
“You like that,” he observes. “But think about how it would feel to get another dozen. That might sting too much, no?”
My eyes must have widened in alarm because he chuckles. “But don’t worry. If you’re a good girl and crawl like you’re told, I won’t need to whip your pussy anymore. It’s entirely up to you.”
He helps me close my legs and adjusts me to a sitting position. “Keep your eyes on me, Temi. When I snap, I want you crawling the very next second. The next time I have to spank your pussy, it won’t be with my hand.”
He kisses me once, a hard kiss on my lips, then strides off across the room.
My chest heaves and my nipples are hard with desire. I watch him as if through a golden curtain, eyes glazed with amazement and need, as he disappears into an alcove and returns in a few minutes, several items in his hands. I can’t tell for sure what he has, although I see silver and black leather. I shudder in anticipation.
Our eyes meet across the room, and no one else exists.
He stares at me for a second, then raises his hand and snaps once. His gaze—so haughty, so dismissive—only turns me on harder.
Without a second thought, I get to