Her nipples were getting harder. The shirt he’d given her looked good against her curves. She pushed some of her hair out of the way as the slight breeze flung it against her face.
Nick sipped at more of his juice thinking about last night. He’d woken this morning to find her still deep in sleep, her body wrapped around his. He had taken great pains to leave her side without waking her up. When he’d stood over her, the blanket had revealed everything. The shirt she wore had ridden up to show most of her body. Her tits were still a mystery to him, but everything else was not.
The red of her hair was the same down below. She also didn’t wax, which he loved. He looked forward to sliding the lips of her sex open to reveal her creamy cunt. There was nothing more pleasurable than tasting a woman’s cum while listening to her screams of release.
“What did it say? Fat wolf ready for the taking, no man entered before.”
Her anger annoyed him but not as much as her name calling.
“Not at all. You see yourself as fat.”
She didn’t keep her gaze on him. Her cereal was half eaten.
“Are you done with your food?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, snapping at him.
“Good, we can get straight into your punishment.” He stood up, rounding the table and holding out his hand for her to take.
“What? Punishment for what? I’ve done nothing wrong beside argue with you. I’m not here because I want to be.” She kept a firm grip on the handles of her chair.
“I’ve got few rules, Clara. You’ve broken one of my rules, and I will not have it in my house. I’ve got a fitting punishment for you. Stand up now, or I will add more to your punishment.” He waited for her to take his hand. Clara didn’t. Her green eyes set him ablaze with the contemptuous look she sent his way. Didn’t she have the first clue that everything she did was only turning him on? He was fucking rock hard, ready to fuck her at a moment’s notice.
“You can’t do this. It’s unfair and wrong,” she said, remaining in her seat.
“We can go inside the house to deal with your punishment, or we can deal with it outside. I’ve got an order of your clothes coming, and I will make sure our guests witness your punishment.”
“You brute. Are you some kind of Dominant?” she asked.
“So you know what those are?”
Her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t answer.
“No, I’m not a Dominant. I’ve got no playroom or equipment to punish you with. I don’t own floggers. What I’ve got is my hand, some fancy dildos, and some rope. I don’t need anything else to get my pleasure.” Her gaze returned to his in shock. “What’s it going to be, Clara? Punishment in privacy or for others to see?”
Slowly, she gave him her hand. Her fingers were shaking. Drawing her to her feet, he admired her body, the length of legs she tried to hide.
“You did that on purpose,” she said, trying to bend down to cover her legs.
“You’ll learn to give me everything I want and not try to hide yourself. Your punishment remains.” He took her hand and led her back into the house. Nick stopped, thinking about the best place for her to have her punishment. The only room, besides the bedroom, that would do was the sitting room. The curtains were open, and glancing at the clock as he passed her saw their company didn’t come for another two hours at least. They were free to do what they wanted until then.
“We’re not going upstairs? What if someone comes?” she asked, pulling on his hand.
“You should have thought about that before you broke one of my rules.”
She stamped her foot. “I didn’t know your rules. This is wrong, Nick.”
He liked the sound of his name coming from her lips too much.
“Then today you’ll learn at least one of them.” He wasn’t going to hurt her, but he’d have her over his knee and feeling her against him.
Sitting down in the center of the sofa, he tapped his knee. “Over you go.”
****
“You’re being a complete and utter bastard,” Clara said, fuming at his happiness. Her pussy was melting as well. She was so ashamed to be turned on over a punishment. One moment she wasn’t getting any kind of attention, and now she got nothing but attention. It was driving her insane.
“I’ve been called worse, baby.” He leaned back, showing off his knees. His thighs looked big enough to take her weight. No one had ever tried to get her to rest on them before. “Over you go. The longer you take risks someone seeing you.”
Glaring at him, she stepped closer and moved over his knees. His hand banded around her waist, helping her in place. Her stomach rested in the gap between his legs with her breasts pressed to his thigh. Both of his hands moved her to how he wanted her. She was surprised he didn’t make any noise when he put her into position. Her weight had no effect on him.