Her hand quavered, stopping in mid-stroke. Even the sounds of her slight mewling, so soft and elegant in nature was enough to drive my cock to the point of blinding anguish.
I kissed the back of her neck, holding my lips in position before whispering, "What you haven't realized yet is that you belong to me, Caroline."
"I don't understand."
"I think you do. Search your soul. I'm exactly what you've craved all those lonely nights, a man capable of providing not only discipline but one who can fulfill your greatest desires." I eased the brush out of her hand, taking my time placing it on the table. She watched my every move, her shoulders moving up and down.
"No, I..." Her voice faltered.
"Tell me I'm wrong and I'll go. For now."
Caroline faltered, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks. She had no idea what to expect, no sense of what I expected. Teaching her would be incredible. "I'm..."
"Yes?"
"How do you know?"
"Because we have a primal connection, one that refuses to be denied. I will shower you with pleasure as long as you follow my rules. It's that simple." Sliding first one strap then the other from her shoulder, I expected some form of pushback, her usual defiant behavior.
But there was none.
Except for the lovely way in which she covered her breasts, holding the dress in place. I ran my finger down her spine, lightly tracing her bones until I reached the slender zipper holding the sheath in place. "You're beautiful, but you have no idea how enticing you are." I tugged until I was able to slide my hand just inside, fingering her soft skin.
"I... Thank you." A single and very slight moan escaped her voluptuous lips. With every ounce of her being, she was fighting our connection.
This was perfect.
She was perfect.
And much more than I could ever have imagined.
"But you lack discipline, as many women do. You deserve a firm hand."
Caroline tipped her head, twisting her mouth as if ready to retort. She wrinkled her nose, blinking several times, the move allowing her dress to slip, exposing her breasts.
"I'm my own woman," she finally said. "I don't need anything or anyone."
Such defiance yet there was no conviction.
"That's where you're wrong." I dragged my fingernail along her tailbone to her hip, using just enough pressure she sucked in her breath.
"I'm never wrong," she whispered, the words almost completely inaudible.
Keep fighting, my sweet Caroline.
I tapped her bottom twice, chuckling darkly. "Remove your hands, Caroline." I was forced to smack harder until she obeyed me. The dress fell silently to the floor, pooling around her crimson painted toes. Inhaling, her scent was intoxicating, sending a rush of electricity into every muscle.
Her body swayed forward and backward, the once isolated goosebumps floating onto every inch of her delicious naked skin. My mouth watered, my hunger becoming insatiable. I pulled her away from the painting, intertwining my fingers in hers as I walked her toward the makeshift blanket.
Her hot breath cascaded across the window, forming a haze. While her body continued to quiver, the scent wafting from between her legs was ripe with desire. She was brimming with excitement.
Releasing her hands, I slowly moved the hair from her neck, allowing my finger to trail along the side of her neck. "Good things come to girls who obey. Something for you to keep in mind."
Her eyes appeared glassy even in the dirty reflection, water spots and filth covering every windowpane like a reminder of the dangerous streets below. She had no idea how much danger she was in, no understanding of the monsters who would enjoy feasting on her in the most heinous manners. What struck me as even more alluring was that she didn't seem to care about the drug dealers and prostitutes hugging the corners. "Place your hands on the glass."
Caroline's only reaction was to dart her eyes to the left. She did as she was told, palming the glass, her fingers spread wide open.
"Excellent. You can learn to be obedient." I took a decided step backwards, my eyes never leaving her as I unfastened my belt. I wanted her to taste the feel of leather, to know that very soon she would belong to me. I folded the thick strap, holding it under my nose.
Her engaging eyes watched every movement, studying me in the most intense fashion. I was surprised she wasn't peppering me with questions or refusing to acknowledge my command. Every nerve in my body was standing on end, adrenaline pumping.
Instead of beginning this round of discipline immediately, I inhaled deeply the rich smell of the leather. A single flinch was my sweet reward. When I dragged the strap down the length of her spine, moving ever so slowly between her legs, only then did she issue a scattered moan. My exhale was more ragged than hers as I pressed my palm against the small of her back, forcing her into a slight arc. By just standing back a single foot I was able to see her succulent pussy lips, glistening from her wetness.
I rubbed the strap in forward and backward motions, sliding against her pussy. She pursed her lips, taking several deep breaths. "Punishment will become more satisfying than you can even imagine. Only with absolute obedience will you learn the satisfaction of raw ecstasy."
I whipped the belt into the air, the strap unfurling, the slight cracking sound as I snapped my wrist more satisfying than any music. A quick twist of my hand and I grabbed the two ends together, issuing two hard smacks against her rounded bottom.
"Oh..." She rose onto her toes, her fingers pressing hard against the glass.
This was more satisfying than I'd imagined. A savage growl slipped past my lips as I repeated the move, the strap creating the most beautiful blush-colored marks. The intent, at least for tonight, was not to bruise, only to serve as a reminder of the night.
And of the man.
I kicked her legs apart, my cock throbbing as I smacked her again. And again. The force was just enough to make her body sway. Even her lithe fingers had become white-knuckled, her breath creating circles of fog.
"Do you think anyone can see you, the nasty girl being spanked in front of a window?"