Page 30 of The Fake Out

“I want to take you upstairs,” I growled against her lips.

She nodded.

“V, do you want this? Are you okay with this?”

“I knew as soon as I said no sex, I’d cave. Why do you have to be so hot?”

I chuckled and stood up from the chair, holding her against me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her upstairs to my bedroom. As soon as the door shut, I pressed her against it and kissed her hard. My cock strained to be inside her again while my hands slid underneath her skirt and cupped her pussy. I felt her arousal through the thin fabric of her underwear. I pushed it aside and slid my finger across her seam.

“Don’t be a tease,” she whined. She ground her hips against my hand, trying to get me to find her entrance and slam my finger inside.

“Hey, who’s in charge here?” I growled and removed my hand.

She whimpered at the loss and tightened the grip of her legs around my waist.

“You be a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I’m not a good girl,” she insisted. “I’m a bad girl. I need someone to teach me a lesson.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her. “Yeah? Do I need to spank you tonight?”

“It’s the only way I’ll learn,” she said with a sly smile.

This fucking woman. So naughty, and I loved it.

I walked us further into the room and set her down on her feet. I sat on the edge of my bed and gestured to her clothes.

She slipped her black sweater over her head to reveal a black lacy push-up bra. Then she shimmied the skirt down her hips to reveal a matching lacy black thong.

“The rest,” I ordered.

She unhooked her bra, turned around, and wiggled her ass at me as she slid the thong down off her hips.

“C’mere you,” I ordered, my voice thick with my arousal. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

She came over to me, and in a flash, I had her over my knees, my hands sliding down the smooth skin of her exposed cheeks. I gripped her hair in one hand while my other hand swung down to spank her cute little ass.

“You gonna be a good girl now?”

She shook her head.

I slapped her ass harder this time. “How about now?”

She nodded into the bed, and holy fuck, it was sexy to have her over my knee, letting me dominate her.

“Who’s in charge?” I asked after another slap. Her ass cheeks were pink from my hand, and I rubbed my palm against her skin to soothe the injured spot.

“You are,” she whimpered.

“That’s right, sweets.”

I flipped her onto her back, and her hair spread out like a cloud on my comforter. I hadn’t expected this to happen tonight. I thought she was going to be firm about the no-sex thing.

I got up from the bed and unbuttoned my shirt, dragging it off my wide-set shoulders. I unbuttoned my jeans and did the slow undressing thing again.

“Blaise…” she whined from her place on the bed.

“My terms, remember?”