“Come with me.”
He walked her down a small corridor before finally pulling
her into the tool room. He clicked the lock shut and turned to face her.
She blinked as though in a daze. “What were they talking
about?”
“Forget them.” He waved a dismissive hand at the door. A
million bad reasons for her visit came to mind and he asked, “Is something
wrong?”
“Yes.” Her expression gave nothing away.
Lukas’ heart hammered in his chest and he went cold. “What
is it?”
“I think you should sit down.” She glanced at the work
stool. “Please?”
What the fuck was going on? He sat and crossed his arms over
his chest.
Never taking her eyes off him, she began to untie the knot
at her waist. “The thing is, Lukas…”
Blood racing, he nodded, urging her to continue.
The coat dropped in a puddle at her feet and his jaw went
slack. She stood before him, hands on her hips, in a very skimpy Catholic
schoolgirl’s outfit. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”
Relief, followed by white-hot lust, rolled through him. His
cock immediately sprang to attention. Dressed in an unbuttoned white shirt that
tied under her breasts to reveal her smooth, flat stomach, he thought he might
die of desire just looking at her. The tiny blue-and-gray plaid skirt was so
short, if she turned around, he wouldn’t be surprised if he could see the curve
of her ass. White thigh-high tights and black Mary Janes completed the
ensemble.
Goddamn, she was so fucking unbelievable he wanted to fall
to his knees and worship her.
“I see.” Brain scrambled from lack of blood, it was all he
could manage as he fought to get his bearings. Erection already hard enough to
pound nails, he took a deep breath to keep from lunging and steadied himself. He knew what she needed and it wasn’t a drooling schoolboy. “Does someone need
a good spanking?”
She licked her pink, glossy lips. “I do.”
Before he could react, she turned around and bent over the
tool bench. With one hand, she flipped up the back of her skirt.
He gulped. Bare-ass naked. Her pussy peeked out from between
her legs and perfectly round butt.
Hands clenched into fists, he worried his head might
explode.
She wiggled her hips a bit. “What are you going to do about
it?”
The statement broke his trance. He hopped up from the stool
and placed an open palm on her bare lower back. “Does someone need to be taught
a lesson?”
She moaned and swayed invitingly back at him. “Yes.”
He ran his hands up her thighs. “Open your legs wider.”
Glancing back over her shoulder, she gave him the most
carnal smile he’d ever seen. “Make me.”
Holy mother of god, he was a dead man. He smacked her hard
on the ass. “So, we’re going to play it that way?”
“Oh yeah.”
Teeth grinding, he fought the impulse to drive into her. He
sent up a silent prayer that no calls came in and slapped one smooth cheek
before soothing the rapidly heating flesh. He kicked her legs apart with his
foot until her pussy was open and vulnerable. Fingers playing over her slick,
swollen flesh, he asked, “Has someone been having impure thoughts?”
He teased over her clit, barely skimming the surface,
causing her to arch her back in an effort to deepen the contact.
“Yes, I have.” She moaned, swaying into his touch.
“And what would those be, little girl?”
Shaking her head, she pushed her hips back.
He stopped. Waited.
Her head whipped around and her big brown eyes narrowed in a
hard glare.
He affixed a stern expression to his face hauled back his
hand and smacked that delectable ass hard enough she jerked against the pain. He’d be worried about hurting her, but this last month had taught him his
little Abby liked it rough. “Tell me. Or I’ll make your experience with the
balls seem like child’s play.”
“My neighbor,” she said in that breathy voice that drove him
wild. “He’s driving me to distraction.”
“And?”
Another scowl, she thrust back. Testing.
In
He walked her down a small corridor before finally pulling
her into the tool room. He clicked the lock shut and turned to face her.
She blinked as though in a daze. “What were they talking
about?”
“Forget them.” He waved a dismissive hand at the door. A
million bad reasons for her visit came to mind and he asked, “Is something
wrong?”
“Yes.” Her expression gave nothing away.
Lukas’ heart hammered in his chest and he went cold. “What
is it?”
“I think you should sit down.” She glanced at the work
stool. “Please?”
What the fuck was going on? He sat and crossed his arms over
his chest.
Never taking her eyes off him, she began to untie the knot
at her waist. “The thing is, Lukas…”
Blood racing, he nodded, urging her to continue.
The coat dropped in a puddle at her feet and his jaw went
slack. She stood before him, hands on her hips, in a very skimpy Catholic
schoolgirl’s outfit. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”
Relief, followed by white-hot lust, rolled through him. His
cock immediately sprang to attention. Dressed in an unbuttoned white shirt that
tied under her breasts to reveal her smooth, flat stomach, he thought he might
die of desire just looking at her. The tiny blue-and-gray plaid skirt was so
short, if she turned around, he wouldn’t be surprised if he could see the curve
of her ass. White thigh-high tights and black Mary Janes completed the
ensemble.
Goddamn, she was so fucking unbelievable he wanted to fall
to his knees and worship her.
“I see.” Brain scrambled from lack of blood, it was all he
could manage as he fought to get his bearings. Erection already hard enough to
pound nails, he took a deep breath to keep from lunging and steadied himself. He knew what she needed and it wasn’t a drooling schoolboy. “Does someone need
a good spanking?”
She licked her pink, glossy lips. “I do.”
Before he could react, she turned around and bent over the
tool bench. With one hand, she flipped up the back of her skirt.
He gulped. Bare-ass naked. Her pussy peeked out from between
her legs and perfectly round butt.
Hands clenched into fists, he worried his head might
explode.
She wiggled her hips a bit. “What are you going to do about
it?”
The statement broke his trance. He hopped up from the stool
and placed an open palm on her bare lower back. “Does someone need to be taught
a lesson?”
She moaned and swayed invitingly back at him. “Yes.”
He ran his hands up her thighs. “Open your legs wider.”
Glancing back over her shoulder, she gave him the most
carnal smile he’d ever seen. “Make me.”
Holy mother of god, he was a dead man. He smacked her hard
on the ass. “So, we’re going to play it that way?”
“Oh yeah.”
Teeth grinding, he fought the impulse to drive into her. He
sent up a silent prayer that no calls came in and slapped one smooth cheek
before soothing the rapidly heating flesh. He kicked her legs apart with his
foot until her pussy was open and vulnerable. Fingers playing over her slick,
swollen flesh, he asked, “Has someone been having impure thoughts?”
He teased over her clit, barely skimming the surface,
causing her to arch her back in an effort to deepen the contact.
“Yes, I have.” She moaned, swaying into his touch.
“And what would those be, little girl?”
Shaking her head, she pushed her hips back.
He stopped. Waited.
Her head whipped around and her big brown eyes narrowed in a
hard glare.
He affixed a stern expression to his face hauled back his
hand and smacked that delectable ass hard enough she jerked against the pain. He’d be worried about hurting her, but this last month had taught him his
little Abby liked it rough. “Tell me. Or I’ll make your experience with the
balls seem like child’s play.”
“My neighbor,” she said in that breathy voice that drove him
wild. “He’s driving me to distraction.”
“And?”
Another scowl, she thrust back. Testing.
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