My heart rate spiked. "What?"
"On the bed. On your hands and knees.” His deep, commanding tone left no room for argument. And the bulge in his pants certainly had me intrigued. So I did as he said, facing the headboard on my hands and knees. What the hell? Was he going to fuck me? This was an odd way to go about it, but heat pooled at my core anyway.
I took a deep, shaky breath. "Now what?"
He knelt next to me on the mattress. I breathed him in - the smell of his soap, of his skin - and longed to touch the rock hard abs, right there within my reach. I could feel the heat emanating off his body. I stayed as motionless as I could, though, sensing that was what he wanted.
He tangled his fingers in my hair and made a fist, not yanking or pulling, but holding it in a tight grip, holding me in place. A thrill ran through me, settling between my legs. "Can you tell me what you did wrong?" he asked, voice low, breath hot against my neck.
I didn't recognize this game, but I was into it. I was very into it. "I went out with no protection."
"And?" I wished that I could see his face, but he was kneeling too high over my back.
"I led the new girl into danger."
His grip twisted my hair. I winced. "Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?"
My voice cracked when I answered, "I do." But I pushed that wave of emotion away, and all the old memories with it.
It seemed to soften him. His hand relaxed for just a moment before twisting again. "So. What's the lesson here?"
I suddenly had a suspicion where this was going, and I tingled all over. "Not to go out unescorted so late at night." I kept my eyes downcast, playing the part I knew he wanted me to play. But am I just playing along? I longed for... something. His cock, of course, but that was a familiar sort of longing. There was something else.
"How do I know you've learned it?"
"I... I don't know. Trust me?"
"No." My heart sank. "You're not a nice girl, are you." It wasn't a question.
"I'm not."
He rested his free hand on the small of my back. "You're a little bad, aren't you." He brushed lower and caressed my ass through my tiny shorts, gently squeezing one cheek, and then the other. I exhaled slowly before answering.
"More than a little."
His voice was huskier. "How do you teach a bad girl a lesson?" Punishment. Discipline. I tensed.
The strike was still a shock. His open palm struck my ass with a loud crack. I yelped and lurched forward, but his grip on my hair kept me upright.
“Count,” he growled, and brought his hand down again.
I yelped. “Two!” He smacked one cheek and then the other while I barked out, “Three! Four!” God, can they hear me back the bar? I didn’t think so. These rooms had seen plenty of crazy activity and no one ever heard a thing. Almost as if they were designed for any and all sexual encounters.
I groaned through clenched teeth as his palm made contact again. “Five!” The pain was getting intense as he rained down a flurry of blows. “Six, seven, ah… eight!” My fists squeezed the fabric of the blankets. I kept on counting, though how I managed to keep forming words, I don’t know. Somewhere around a dozen I dropped to my elbows. He followed with his fistful of my hair, allowing me the adjustment.
I was gearing up to count number twenty-one - a long word when you’re writhing and panting - but the blows stopped. He grazed my sore ass with a gentle touch, gently massaging away some of the pain. My skin was raw and the fabric of my pants abrasive, but his touch was warm, soothing, and I leaned into it with a sigh. My whole body was shaking.
“Shh,” he said, releasing my hair and smoothing it instead. I was on sensory overload and couldn’t seem to catch my breath.A shudder ran through me. He cursed softly under his breath, “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
No, no, don’t break the spell. Don’t stop now. “Was I good for you, Theo? Was I a good girl?”
He tensed. “You were.”
I twisted around to look up at him. His eyes were glazed with lust but his features twisted. “Don’t good girls get rewarded?” I asked. He nodded slowly. I reached out with a trembling hand and touched the waist of his pants and gave it a little tug. “I want this.” I licked my lips suggestively and looked back up at him.
“No.”He pushed my hand away. My heart dropped. Now he’s gonna kick me out. He asked, “Are you wet?”
I dropped my voice to a whisper. “I’m so wet for you, Theo.” He cursed again. “Let me show you.” I started to get up, but he guided me back down with a heavy hand on the back of my neck.