I rub my clit, excited by the prospect. But I don't want to finish myself off. I'd much rather have Jackson's skillful fingers there.
I shut off the water and step out, toweling off.
Yep, there's only one way to play this. I wrap the towel around my waist and sashay downstairs, my bare breasts puckering in the cool evening air.
Jackson's still on the phone, but, when he sees me, he stops speaking. He lifts one finger and points at me. I don't know what it means, but I keep coming.
"You know what to do. Don't call me until it's done. Got it?" He hangs up. "Kitten." His voice sounds strangled. "What in the hell are you doing?"
I play the coquette and bring one finger between my teeth, biting down. "Is it time for my punishment?"
"Fuck." It comes out in a burst. His eyes look bluer than I've seen them-a pale blue. No sign of the green at all.
He points to the couch in the living room. "I'll be right in."
My palms are clammy. Despite my bravado, I have no idea what I'm doing. Seduction is a new game for me, and punishment is completely foreign. No, that's not true. I've watched my share of fetish porn. But I've never experienced real pain. I'm not sure how I will like it.
Jackson returns holding a wooden spoon, and my stomach flips.
I bite my lower lip and work to keep my breath calm.
He sits down on the overstuffed brown suede sectional and pats his lap. "Lose the towel, kitten."
My pussy clenches. I'm not sure whether I'm more excited or nervous, but either way, I'm going forward. I drop the towel to the floor and climb over his lap, offering my ass up for his punishment. I pray a wooden spoon isn't the worst implement of torture in the world. It probably isn't, since it was used regularly on children's butts in the days when spanking was considered a useful and acceptable form of punishment. Not that I agree with such measures.
"Oh, kitten." It sounds like a lament, a groan almost. Jackson runs his hand up the back of my thigh and over the curve of one cheek. I feel his hard length press against my hip.
I part my thighs.
"Baby, I'll take care of that ache between your legs soon. But, you're right. It's time for your punishment, now." He gives my ass a slap, but it's just with his hand.
"Mmm," I encourage him.
He slaps the other side and rubs away the sting. A few more slaps right and left and I start wiggling, wanting more.
He leans over and bites my ass, and I shriek and giggle. He chuckles, too.
"Okay, let's say... twenty with the wooden spoon."
I have no idea if that's a lot or a little, since I haven't felt the spoon yet, so I keep my mouth shut.
He leans over. "If it's too much, baby, I want you to tell me."
"Yes, sir."
He groans. "I love it when you call me that."
"Is that why you became a CEO?"
He pops me with the wooden spoon. It's definitely worse than his hand, but not horrible. "No, baby. I don't want anyone else to call me sir. Just you." He starts spanking rapidly, one side then the other.
I roll my hips, jerking with the impact.
"I only love it from you. The rest of them can go fuck themselves."
I squeeze my ass together. It hurts. A lot. But then it's over. Twenty spanks in twenty seconds. I'm almost sorry it was only twenty. Almost.
Jackson strokes his palm over my twitching ass, and I moan softly. "I'm not sure that was enough," he muses. "I didn't know how you'd take it." His fingers delve between my legs, and my thoughts scramble.
"Should we do another round, kitten? Twenty more?"
"No."
Heat flushes everywhere; my pussy weeps for him.
"No?" His touch is so beguiling, fingers sliding up and down my slick folds. My brain can't compute that he's threatening me with more of the wooden spoon.
"Yes?" I say.
He growls, low and sexy. More like an approving rumble. "I like spanking you, kitten. Love having you spread across my lap for punishment."
"Who else?" I choke, because, for some reason, I'm a jealous bitch when it comes to Jackson.
He stops moving. "Excuse me?"
"Who else have you spanked?"
His low chuckle goes straight to my erogenous zones, tightening my nipples, making my pussy squeeze. "Just you, baby. Only you." He picks up the spoon again and pops me with it.
I definitely don't like it this time, since I'm already sore from the first spanking, but I'm also not willing to say it's too much. He applies another rapid-fire round, and I squirm and squeal over his lap. "Ouch, please!" I shout at the end, but he was stopping anyway.
His fingers immediately slip between my legs, and I can tell I'm three times as wet as before. I guess I did need a second spanking.
"Jesus, this cute little ass bobbing over my lap makes me want to do this all night."
"Noooo," I moan. I'm definitely not down for round three.
He chuckles and flips me over. He's a big guy, and I know he's strong, but I swear he makes it seem like I weigh less than three pounds. With one huge palm wrapped around my thigh, he pulls it open and lifts my hips. His mouth hits my core, ripping a scream from my lips.
Holy cunnilingus, Batman. His tongue circles my inner lips. He sucks and nips on my labia, suctions his lips over my clit.
I buck and claw at him, closing my mouth around the screams that won't stop coming.
He growls, penetrating me with his thumb as he continues his earth-shattering torture of my lady parts.