“You like that, huh?” I asked in that husky voice I happened to know she couldn’t resist.
I smacked her ass again when she didn’t answer. Afterward I leaned forward and caressed the mark with my tongue to ease the sting of pain. While doing so, I gave the folds between her legs a gentler slap, feeling and hearing the wetness that had developed there. I moved the pads of my fingers in a circular motion, earning another moan that she dragged out between clenched teeth.
Three wet fingers slapped at her opening in rapid succession before two dipped inside.
“Unf …” She wiggled in my lap.
“Be still!” I ordered her, and then removed my fingers, spanking her ass hard again.
She yelped in response, but stilled her movements as ordered. That deserved a reward, so I slipped my fingers back between her slick folds and massaged her clit before dragging her wetness up and between the cheeks of her ass and circling her other opening. When I applied a slight pressure there, she rolled her hips, pushing back into me.
To say she was receptive to my touch there would be an understatement. I bit down on my lip, barely able to contain my excitement, because I knew I was definitely going to slide my cock into her pretty little ass.
“You want me to make you come, don’t you?”
“No. I hate you.” And then she moaned, the sound a total contradiction to the words she spoke.
“Do you?” I asked with a devilish smirk.
I gently patted her pussy again, making sure I hit her swollen clit. She lifted her ass into the air, trying to angle herself so that she could reap more of the benefit on that little bundle of nerves. I gave her what she wanted, but when I felt her body tense, signaling her impending orgasm, I stopped and gave her ass one last, hard slap. Before she could even register what was happening, I lifted her and sat her back down in the seat across from me. She was panting pretty damn hard, her chest heaving, as she dropped her chin and looked at me. Anger flashed in her eyes, which only amused me.
I felt the car stop and knew we had arrived at our destination. I still hadn’t been able to get off, but we were out of time and it would have to wait. No matter; I happened to know the shop had private dressing areas, and I knew one of the saleswomen personally. She was a real hellcat in the sack, very eager to please and willing to try anything once, or even five times.
I tucked my dick away in my pants and leaned across the space between us. Cupping Delaine’s chin in my hand, I forced her to look at me even though she was trying to pull out of my grasp.
“For future reference, slapping me only turns me on. And judging from the way that pretty little kitty purred when I spanked you, I think it’s safe to say the rough stuff turns you on, too. I’ll have to remember that.”
I bent to kiss her and she curled her lips in, denying me. I tugged on her chin and gave her a stern look. “Kiss me, or I’ll take all your lovely new clothes away again and make you walk around the house naked for the next two years.”
“Polly will just—”
I cut her off in midsentence and claimed her mouth with mine. That must have pissed her off because she bit down hard on my lip. A low growl echoed from my chest, but I continued and shoved my tongue through her parted lips. She pushed on my chest as I smothered her cries of protest, ignoring her attempts to get free.
I finally released her and gave her a cocky smile. “I told you, I like the rough stuff. You can pull your skirt down now.”
She looked down at her lap and tugged on the minuscule piece of cotton just as I tapped on the window and Samuel opened the door for us. “Le Petit Boudoir,” I said in a flawless French accent as I stepped from the car. “Come, Delaine. Let’s shop.”
She huffed and climbed out of the car to join me on the sidewalk. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.”
I turned to face her, fed up. “You know, you might be a little appreciative of the things I do for you. You knew what you were getting into when you signed up for this gig. So it makes no sense to me whatsoever that you feel like you constantly have to cop an attitude with me. I’m not exactly mistreating you. In fact, I think you’ve been treated pretty fairly, better than most other women in the same situation.”
“Yeah, well, I highly doubt you’ll find many other women in the same situation, Mr. Crawford, so you don’t really have any evidence to validate that statement.” She swung around, her ponytail smacking me in the face as she stalked past me. “You fucked my mouth, you threw away my clothes, you made me greet you at the door just to give you head, and you took my virginity. So you’ll have to excuse me if I’m not exactly compelled to apologize for hurting your feelings.”
I noticed she didn’t mention the ass spanking I’d just given her.
She reached the door and swung it open a little harder than necessary. Without even looking back at me, she stepped inside and disappeared from sight.
“Yeah? Well, you liked every minute of it!” I yelled after her, but of course she didn’t hear me. However, the half dozen or so people walking by on the sidewalk did.
I was Noah motherfucking Crawford, Chicago’s most eligible bachelor, and she made me look like some psychotic lunatic shouting at thin air. I looked back at the car just in time to see Samuel trying to conceal his smile.
“I’m glad this is entertaining you. Wait here. We won’t be long,” I snapped, and then followed after Delaine.
My eyes scanned the shop in search of her, and I found her rummaging through some of the undergarments in the center of the room.