wants to spank my ass.”
Fucking hell, she’s out to kill me.
Gripping that tight ass, I pressed her body flush to mine. “The door stays open and no headphones when I’m gone. Understood?”
She nodded, and her eyes darted to the side to focus on the bench. “Since I didn’t know why you wanted—”
“Nice try, Juliet.” Releasing her, I sat on the bench. “Lower your pants and panties, but keep them around your ankles.” Once she had, I positioned her over my legs. “Ten today.”
“Ten? It was only five—”
“I can make it thirty.” I rubbed my palm over the curve of her ass, pausing and starting again so I could hear her breath catch. Just as she began to relax, I lifted my hand and brought it down on the center of her ass cheek, the sharp sound breaking through the calm silence.
“Ow!” she cried, trying to sit up.
Placing a hand between her shoulders, I held her still as my palm connected again, aiming for the same spot.
She cried out again. “That hurt!”
“That’s the point.” I spread the next seven around before the last landed on the same spot as the first two.
By the time I was done, her pretty pale skin was bright red. My hand went between her thighs to find her just as wet as the day before, if not more.
I stroked two fingers through her slit before slamming them in. Finger fucking her, I moved my other hand from between her shoulders to her hair, gripping her ponytail and turning her head so I could see her.
Blinking up at me with tears in her eyes, her face flushed and damp, Juliet was never more beautiful. Because she was at ease.
Happy.
She’s made for what I give her, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to show her that.
Juliet made a murmur of protest when I slid my fingers free and sat her upright. Unlike the day before when I’d played with her at the bench, I stood and carried her to the bed.
Because her punishment wasn’t over.
Setting her down, I said, “Lie back, feet together, and drop your knees.”
After only a few seconds of hesitation, she did as I said, spreading herself for me.
I undid my belt and slacks, shoving them and my boxers down just enough to free myself. Fisting my cock, I stroked slowly.
Juliet’s eyes heated, her pink tongue darting out to wet her fuckable lips.
I was tempted to make use of those lips, but if I got them wrapped around me, I’d want to take my time.
I started going faster, and her hand moved between her legs.
“No,” I bit out.
Frustration tightened her features. “Why can’t I touch?”
“Because you broke the rules.”
“And you punished me.”
“And now I’m finishing your punishment.”
My intentions set in and her gaze narrowed. “You’re not going to let me come?”
“No.”
“That’s… that’s torture!”
“Trust me, little dove, staring at that pussy and not fucking it is torture for me, too.”
“Then fuck me.” When that didn’t work, she brought out the big guns. Wide green eyes looked up at me and a small, sexy smile curved her lips as she whispered, “Please, Daddy. I need you.”
Jesus fucking Christ, she’s not out to kill me.
I’m already dead.
There was a mistake, and I got sent to heaven with this angel.
And I’ll kill any motherfucker who tries to take her away from me.
“Push your shirt up and free your tits. Then use your fingers to hold your pussy lips open. Do not touch more than that, or I’ll blindfold you so you can’t watch.”
She instantly followed my directions. My gaze alternated between her spread pussy, her tits, and her face. Hers stayed locked on my fist as I rubbed up and down my length—going quicker, squeezing harder.
The pressure built before the first shot of come hit her spread pussy. I aimed my fist just in time for the rest to land on her tits and stomach.
Fists to the bed on either side of her, I hung my head to catch my breath as I stared at my come splashed across her soft skin.
Mine.
Standing upright before my resolve weakened, I tucked my still hard cock away and redid my pants and belt.
“Are you really not going to make me come?” Juliet asked.
“No.” Grabbing her wrists, I pulled her to sit before adjusting her bra and shirt back into place.
Pinching the fabric of her top, she pulled it away from where it clung to the stickiness. “I need to go shower.”
“No,” I repeated. With one last tease of my fingertip through