“And I’ll let you,” he said. “Then we can sit in jail together after you explain to the sheriff why you were drunk driving with no insurance with one DUI already on your record!”
Lily Mae was about to ask Jace how he knew that, but he didn’t give her a chance. The next thing that came out of her mouth was a scream as his large, work-callused hand came down hard on her bare bottom.
She saw stars, the pain driving away the effects of the hangover to leave her with a burning clarity of her situation.
“Stop! You’re hurting me!” Her hands flew back in an attempt to stop the spanking, but he merely caught and restrained them without faltering in his punishment of her bottom. The blows were unrelenting—heat building on heat, sting on sting. He was thorough, almost measured in his intent, striking one cheek multiple times until she was screaming before repeating the action on its twin before peppering her bottom with random slaps that had her bucking on his lap like a wild pony.
And this was before he started on her lower buttocks and thighs, driving Lily Mae beyond tears into a protracted, infantile bawl interrupted by unintelligible pleas and apologies.
Then suddenly and abruptly, it was over, and Lily Mae found herself on her feet, dancing the ridiculous dance of a soundly spanked woman, her hands cupping her injured bottom as she gyrated.
“Lily Mae Slater, have you learned your lesson?” His stern voice cut through her cries, and she tried to answer, tried to focus on his handsome face. But when she did, she realized he wasn’t looking at her, but at her inner thighs, and she moaned in shame as he ran a finger up through the trail of arousal evident there and answered his own question. “You know what? I don’t think you have.”
He stood and picked her up then, cradling her like a child in his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Giving you the second part of your lesson, Lily Mae. I was a damn fool for not seeing what you needed years ago. And you were a damn fool for running away once you got it.”
He kicked open the door to his bedroom and laid her on the bed, his body covering hers. She could feel his cock hard against her thigh, pushing against the denim of his pants. Lily Mae groaned in spite of herself. His eyes were on hers now, and she realized he knew her secret.
He was giving her what she came for, what she’d craved since she’d walked out of his life seven years earlier, that nameless thing she needed, the absolute physical and sexual domination by a man who loved her.
Jace caught her face in his hands and stared down at her.
“Lily Mae Slater,” he said. “You’re a walking disaster. And I’m going to fix you. I’ve already spanked you, but that was just part one. Now I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up. And you’re going to love every minute of it. Understand?”
She moaned her reply, deciding that a mere ‘yes’ was insufficient to describe her dread desire for what she was about to endure.
His mouth found hers as his hands reached up to rip her dress from neckline to hem. She moaned against his plundering tongue, and then tore her head away and cried out as his mouth blazed a trail down the bare skin of her neck to the swell of her breasts. There was a snap as her bra strap popped free. The feel of his wet, insistent mouth on her nipple had her crying out in pleasure and then pain as his teeth scored the hardened tip.
Seeking to gain some control of the situation, Lily Mae snaked a hand between their bodies, fumbling for the fly of his pants, thinking if she could just get his cock in her hands she could stop the wave that threatened to engulf her.
But it was not to be. Jace had flipped her over now, and was suddenly standing behind her. Lily Mae felt her feet being kicked apart. She looked back to see the swell of her own bottom arched toward him, could see him undoing his jeans and withdrawing—with some difficulty—the long, thick penis wedged within. It sprang free, jutting toward her almost hungrily. Lily Mae could feel her pussy clench in expectation.
She didn’t expect him to ram into her without preamble, but that’s what he did. It had been nearly a year since she’d had sex, and her tight pussy was suddenly and deliciously stretched with an exquisite pain that had her crying out. When she tried to pull away, Jace gripped her hips with his hands and then slapped her bottom one, two, three times. The immediate orgasm nearly took her breath away. She could feel her pussy milking his cock, drawing on him, inviting him to join her in release. But he was holding back, holding her hair and pulling it as he spoke hotly into her ear.
“You liked that, didn’t you, bad girl? You liked it seven years ago. You ran away because you knew I had your number, didn’t you, Lily Mae?”