I want to sink into the backseat and play with my pussy in the darkness where they can’t see me, but I can’t. I can’t because I do want to find out if Michael will slap my ass. If I shut my mouth and act like a good girl, I may never get to see where this is going.
And I want to.
I really want to see where this is going. Even if it hurts.
Especially if it hurts.
“I’ll never shut my mouth,” I snap to seal my fate. “You two pricks can threaten all you like, you’re too fucking pussy to lay your hands on me.”
Jack laughs. “Just keep talking. We’re nearly home.”
My heart races as we pull into the lane by the house. I wait until we’re on the drive until I take my hand from my knickers.
I’m surprised when it’s Michael who opens the car door for me and takes hold of my wrist. I fight him, because that’s what I do best. I kick and scream and lash out and call him filthy names from my filthy mouth, and I kick and scream some more as Jack joins him and wrestles me from the car.
“Shout all you fucking want, there’s nobody around to fucking hear you,” Jack says, and I do. I shout and scream and kick out at them, but they’re strong and I’m drunk and they take me easily. Jack grips me tight as Michael opens the front door, and I feel his breath on my cheek. I feel him, too.
I feel the swell of his dick against my ass and it makes me squirm.
“You’re fucking hard, you dirty bastard,” I hiss. “Does it get you off to be my daddy? Is that what you like, you filthy cunt?”
I feel a shiver up my spine as he lifts me over the threshold, and his voice is low and dirty and like nothing I’ve heard from his mouth before.
“You have no fucking idea what I want to do to a little brat like you.” His fingers twist in my hair and tug my head back and I gasp. I actually fucking gasp. “You don’t know me and you don’t know Mike, either. I think you’re in for a big fucking surprise.”
I stare at Michael staring at me in Jack’s arms. I squirm and wriggle my ass against Jack’s hard dick and I want him.
I want both of them.
And I want whatever it is they’re going to give me.
“You’ve been a rude little bitch to Mike all this week,” Jack continues. “You think he doesn’t realise you need to learn some manners? You think he’s going to let you get away with being this much of a brat, just because he had a job to do once?”
“He’s too chicken shit,” I hiss, watching how Mike’s jaw tenses. “He’s too fucking nice to teach me a lesson.”
Jack lets me go and I’m so surprised I stumble. I catch my balance in no man’s land between the two of them, feeling so unsteady under my bratty act.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Jack tells me as he heads past me into the living room.
“Then I guess it’s gonna have to be the fucking hard way,” I say.
It’s Michael who grabs me from behind and walks me on in after Jack. It’s Michael whose breath is in my ear as Jack takes a seat on the sofa I trashed just a short week ago.
“This is for your own good,” Michael tells me and tugs my jacket from my shoulders. “Sometimes people need tough love. Fuck, Carrie, I’ve tried everything else.”
“So stop fucking trying,” I snarl.
“Never,” he says and it takes my breath.
It takes my everything.
Never.
He’ll never stop trying.
It knocks the wind out of my sails.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “But Jack’s right. You need discipline.”
I shiver as he pops the button on my jeans and slides them down around my thighs. My eyes meet Jack’s as he stares up at me, glaring at me despite the fact that I can see the jut of his cock standing up. Michael hooks his fingers in the elastic of my knickers and I moan as he slips them down. Their clammy and they stick and I wonder if he can tell how wet I am.
“Over my knee,” Jack says, and I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe this is really happening as I drop myself over his lap.
His palm feels hot against my skin. My hair hangs down to the floor as I balance myself. I can feel his swollen cock against my belly and I like it.
“Remember,” Jack says. “You brought this all on yourself.”
I cry out as his palm lands hard and square. “Fuuuuuuuck!”
Michael
Carrie Wells has officially driven me insane.
I’m not even drunk but I feel heady. Intoxicated by the way she pushes everything to breaking point.
My cock is so hard it’s uncomfortable, and it takes every scrap of restraint not to drop my pants and jerk myself off right in front of her, regardless of the fact Jack’s right in front of me too.