“You spanked me because I was being understanding?” I pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge.
“I spanked you because you needed it.” He grabbed my hands and held them against his chest. “You were having a little war in your head, trying to keep from panicking. And you were trying to give me an out. I don’t want an out. I said you’ll come with me. This is just business and I’ll be back.”
I wanted to argue with him, to slap him and scream that he couldn’t put his hands on me like that whenever he felt like it. But if I was going to be honest, and with him there was no other way to be, the spanking had completely centered me. The tension was gone from my body, my mind wasn’t working with excuses and fears. “I shouldn’t let you get so cocky.” I tried to sound annoyed, but the grin he was flashing me told me I failed. He wiped the last bit of tears from my cheek and pulled me toward him, his mouth coming down on mine.
His tongue pushed through my lips, taking the kiss deeper, awakening my insides with just the scent of him. I could taste coffee on his lips, sweet coffee. His hands moved from my face, to cup my ass cheeks. The spanking hadn’t been that hard, but it was still tender when he squeezed me in his hands. “Mine,” he murmured against my lips. “All mine.” He pulled away, flipping me around again so my back was to him. “Are you wearing panties?” he asked, lifting the hem of my skirt up and tsking his tongue at me.
Panties weren’t needed whenever I met Mason, of course I hadn't worn any. “No, I left them at home.” I looked over my shoulder at him, giving him what I hoped was a seductive look. If he was going to be gone for a week, we’d need to say goodbye properly.
“Naughty girl.” He squeezed my ass again, digging his nails into my skin. I hissed and took a step forward, but he didn’t let go. “See that bench over there?” He put his arm over my shoulder, pointing out the work bench a few feet away. I nodded. “Go over there, hold up your dress so I can that cute ass of yours, and bend over. I want that ass out, and your pussy on display for me. Do it now before I add extra.” He gave my ass another swat.
“Extra what?” I asked, already taking steps toward the bench. My pussy clenched at the thought of what he was going to do, what he’d already done had left me soaked and wanting.
“Licks, of course.” I heard the buckle of his belt coming loose and chanced another look behind me. Watching him pull the leather strap back to unbuckle and then pulling it free of his jeans sent shivers everywhere in my body, electrifying my senses.
“Don’t you have to go soon?” I teased, folding the hem of my dress so that it laid over my back and bent over. I placed my hands on the bench, and pushed my ass out, spreading my feet just like he’d shown me countless times already. The cool air of the garage brushed my wet pussy, reminding me again that he wasn’t where I wanted him.
“I will always have time for my naughty girl.” He folded the leather strap in half and positioned himself to my left. His hand ran over the bare skin of my ass, leaving a warm trail where his hand touched. My insides clenched at the sight of him staring at me with such determination. I wiggled my ass beneath his hand. “Look forward.” He reached out with his free hand and pushed my cheek until I turned my head away from him.
Just as I opened my mouth to argue, the first bite of the leather slashed across my ass. I hissed at the burn, but kept my hands where they were. He brought the belt down again, and again, each new, heated strap burned my skin and trailed into my body where I felt myself getting wetter for him.
“Such a nice ass, I can’t blame you for not wanting to cover it up.” He rested the belt against my ass, that was now throbbing from the strapping. “In fact, maybe I should take away all of your panties.” Another quick slap and I my knees buckled. “Stand up straight.” He pinched my thigh and I moved back into position quickly.
He laid the belt over my back, and moved to stand behind me. A wrapper ripped, and his zipper unzipped. I chanced a quick look over my shoulder and saw him lifting up his shirt and rolling the rubber over his cock. His thick, long cock that my pussy ached for. He caught me looking and gave me another slap, this time with his hand and lower toward my thigh. “Still so naughty.” He smirked and lined his dick up with my entrance.
I tried to push back, to take him into me, but he only laughed and held my hips tightly. “Please, Mason. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Do you think I care if you want to wait or not?” The head of his cock rubbed up and down my slit, teasing me to distraction.