I escort her upstairs and take her keys from her to open the door. “Spokoynoy nochi,” I say.
“What’s that mean?”
“Good night.”
She stops and turns then surprises me by reaching out and fisting my shirt. She gives a tug.
At first I don’t move, but as much as I don’t want to take advantage of her right now, I also don’t want to leave.
She’s far too enthralling.
“You should come inside.” Her words tumble out, one right on the top of the other.
“I’m inside,” I concede, letting her pull me in and shut the door.
She takes her jacket off and throws it on a hook. Then strips me of mine.
“I’m not having sex with you, zayka.”
She untucks my shirt from my pants and slides her hands beneath it, her palms making contact with my skin. A breath shudders in as she strokes over my abs. “You’re not?” She’s not pouting. It’s more confusion in her expression.
“No, Freckles. You’ve had too much to drink. I’m not going to take advantage.”
“Please? I do need sex. Shanna was right about that. And even though I don’t usually do players, I think this one time might help me get it out of my system. Just this once, you know?”
My resolve firms. I’m definitely not going to be her “just this once” guy.
Still, my dick is hard because her hands keep stroking up inside my shirt. I chuckle and catch her hand when she pinches my nipple. “You're making it very hard to be a gentleman.”
“Screw gentleman. I need some action. Please? What about that spanking you wanted to give me?”
I laugh because I knew that threat had tweaked her. “You need a spanking, Chelle?” I tug her hands out of my shirt and pin them behind her back. Her face lights up as I walk her backward toward her couch.
“Hmm? Answer me, little bunny. You want me to smack that cute ass of yours?”
“Um, kind of,” she admits. Her face is flushed, but her eyes dance with pleasure.
I sit on the sofa and tug her over my lap with her torso on the sofa, her legs extended toward the floor. I give her ass one smack to see how she reacts.
She squeals and kicks her legs then wiggles her ass for more. She’s in a pencil skirt like she’d gone to the lounge straight from work, and I tug it up. My cock surges when I see what’s underneath. Not full pantyhose, but the thigh-high kind with the lace around the top that looks like garters. The hose are black, and so are her panties. Her black kitten heels complete the art-porn look.
“Aw, zayka, you look so hot in these.” I palm her ass and squeeze and she rolls her hips over my lap. I give her ass another hard slap, and she jerks, then rolls her hips again. “You have the cutest ass I have ever had the pleasure of spanking.”
I lightly stroke my fingers between her legs over her panties, and she humps my lap.
“Okay, ready for your spanking?”
She looks over her shoulder quizzically, and I give her a smirk as I gather her wrists at her lower back with one hand and start spanking her in earnest with the other.
“Eek!” She kicks her pretty shoes, and I clamp my leg down over hers to hold them still.
“You asked for it,” I remind her as I continue to spank with a steady beat, warming her ass all over.
She makes the most adorable noises—squeaks and ohs and ahs that make me want to put her on her hands and knees and plow into her until we both see stars.
But I won’t.
Not tonight, anyway.
Which means I’m going to take out my lust on her sexy, squirming ass. I continue to paddle her until her cries sound breathless, and she starts gasping my name.
I stop and release her legs, so I can pull down her satin panties.
She rolls her hips again. “No more,” she whimpers.
I stroke between her legs. “No more, bunny rabbit? How about this? You want more of this?”
“Yes, oh please,” she cries, her hips bucking from my touch.
I find her clit and swipe over it before I slide down to her entrance to gather her juices.
“Oh my gawd.” She sounds shocked in a good way, which I love.
I rub more firmly, circling up to her clit, then screwing my index finger into her tight entrance. She squeezes around my finger which makes my dick press furiously against my zipper.
I release her wrists in favor of using the thumb of my other hand to explore the cleft between her reddened cheeks. When I find the tight button of her anus, she squeezes her ass together. I give her a light spank. “You want me to take care of this ache, Chelle?” I stroke over her clit with a slow, steady motion.
“Yes,” she wails.
“Then be a good girl and let me finger-fuck your ass, too. It will make it so much better, I promise.”
She goes still, like she’s listening intently, or maybe she was thinking because after a moment she parts her legs further and relaxes the muscles of her ass.
I drop a little spit between her cheeks to use as lubricant and press my thumb against her asshole until she relaxes it and yields. As soon as I’m in, I reward her with swift, plunging strokes into her pussy, using two fingers face down, so I can rub over her G-spot.
She chokes on a cry, lifting one foot in a pretty pose. “Oh! Nikolai!” she cries out.
I wiggle my thumb inside her ass as I continue to finger-fuck her tight channel.
“Oh my God, this is so crazy! I can’t...I need… oh!”
She comes, her anus and pussy squeezing around my digits in beautiful pulsing waves.
I wait until they finish, then give a few more slow pumps to milk out the aftershocks.
“Ohhhh,” she moans.
I ease my fingers out and lean down to kiss her pink buttcheek. “Did you like your spanking?”
“Oh my God,” she pants.
“Is that a yes?” I pull up her panties and unzip her skirt so it falls down when I help her to stand.
Her golden eyes are unfocused, and her chestnut waves are a messy halo around her flushed face. She nods but seems incapable of speech.
I’m absurdly pleased with myself for having done this to her.
“Let’s get you to bed.” It’s only nine, but she could probably crash now and sleep it off. I stand from the couch and give her cute ass another smack. “Go brush your teeth, and I’ll get you a glass of water. You definitely should rehydrate.”
“Mmm.”
I wash my hands in the kitchen, then get a glass of water and find ibuprofen in one of the cabinets. When I return, she’s already belly flopped on her bed. I help her under the covers and set the water and ibuprofen beside her.
“Goodnight, little bunny.” I drop a kiss on her forehead before I turn out the light and shut her bedroom door.
In the kitchen, I use a notepad and pen to scribble a message before I leave.
As I walk out, the image of her rumpled and satisfied stays in front of my eyes. I should banish it, but I don’t.
It’s an image I won’t soon forget.
Especially because I doubt I’ll be seeing it again. I may not have fucked Chelle, but I still went too far. I shouldn’t have taken any liberties with her. Not when I know with total certainty that she will regret everything we did in the morning.
I won’t get a redo of tonight. Not unless I get her drunk again, which I would never do.