Page 57 of Bronson

His hands go to my waist. He rolls my panties down, down, down to the floor. I step out of them. They join the rest of my outfit.

I stand naked. My hands at my sides. My nipples peaked. Goosebumps rise on my waiting flesh. I feel his eyes on me, taking me in. He’s walking around me, inspecting me, appraising me. More chill bumps run up my arms and down my legs. My nipples further tighten, standing at attention.

He stops and stands before me. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I manage to murmur.

He takes a step toward me, lightly kisses my forehead. “Beautiful. And all mine.”

He turns, leaving me standing in the center of the room. He goes to the bed, sitting down on its edge. The comforter crinkles around him… I watch as he slowly rolls up each one of his shirt sleeves. To the elbow. In neat cuffs.

His eyes take me in greedily. He spreads his thighs. His hands reach out, beckoning me.

The one word he commands makes my hands tremble, my knees weak. His eyes hold mine as he says, “Come.”

As much as I want him, to be satisfied by him, I’m suddenly frozen in place. My stomach in knots. He says, “I want you straddled over my thigh. That sweet little pussy riding my leg. Come lay over me.”

Shyness floods me. I take a timid step forward.

“Now.”

Apprehension is melting my limbs. But I have to obey that tone. My body responds by closing the space between us. Awkwardly I spread my legs. I place one foot on either side of his right leg—the one he has commanded me to lie over. I’m buck naked and I’m straddling one of his legs. My face burns like fire. But I have further to go. Taking a deep breath, I edge toward the mattress, pressing my legs against the side of the bed.

He’s watching me, loving every minute of this. I steady my breaths, leaning forward and crawling my upper body across the mattress, my feet firmly planted on the floor. As I bend down, my bare, parted pussy presses against his leg. The material of his trousers is scratchy against my aching clit. I straddle his thigh, settling my weight on his leg.

Just as he had instructed.

Can he feel a wet spot forming on his trousers? Stretching my arms out, I push my torso past his side. I rest my upper body down on the bed. My nipples are hard and rubbing against the fabric as I move. I bury my head in the crook of my arms and bite my bottom lip. My breasts are buried in his feather duvet.

He lifts his knee underneath me. As he does, his leg rises, pressing hard up against my clit. The pressure of his hard leg against my spread-apart pussy feels so good. My hips move, just a touch, just to feel him against my throbbing clit. A whine escapes my lip. I want more pressure. I want relief.

A chill runs down my spine as cool night air rushes over my naked body. There must be an open window in here, adding to the lack of privacy.

His hand brushes over my bare ass. It’s just the tiniest touch but it makes me gush. I’m leaving a wet patch on his leg. I just know it. Shame washes over my face. Heat prickles at my chest and neck.

My nipples press further into the duvet. Hard and tight and bothered.

He lifts his thigh even higher. I whimper. More pressure against my throbbing pussy. My feet rise up off the floor, to balance myself with his heightened leg. Now, I’m stretched up on tiptoe. My ass lifts with his thigh.

I’m exposed. Completely out of control.

Shame, fear, submission all wash over me, leaving me feeling as if I have a fever.

And I love it.

My pussy gushes against his leg as his hand smooths once more over my waiting ass. His hands go to the fullest curve of my bottom, pushing at my thighs. Separating them further.

My legs are spread so far apart, the folds of my pussy pull. It hurts, but it’s a good pain, enhanced by the cool air rushing against my exposed hot, wet sex.

“Now that you’re mine, I believe we have an issue to address. What did I tell you I would do to you if I caught you with no coat on?” he asks. His fingertips traced lazy circles over my flesh.

It is almost impossible to say the words. Humiliating. But I love it when he makes me say them.

“You said you would… spank me.”

His smooth hand lays on my right mid-thigh. His opened palm strokes up, slowly. More chill bumps rise on my skin as his hand caresses the curve of my ass. Suddenly, his hand leaves me. I let out a soft moan. I can sense he’s raising it in the air above me. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, hold my breath and prepare for the hard slap that’s coming.

His hand comes down in a soft pat. I let my breath out.