Back Where We Belong (A Second Chances New Adult Romance) by Alana Hart, Caia Fox

won't we?” I  yank up her still-fastened bra so it's tight around her
chest and her breasts fall out, her nipples standing out, and then I pull her
panties halfway down her thighs.
    “That's better,” I say. “Sit in
that chair and play with your tits for me.”
    She gasps, whether at the idea or
at my crude words, or both, I don't know. But she sits on the armchair in the
corner of the room, her face flushed, the rest of her pale skin golden in the
late afternoon sunlight.
    I sit down on the bed. I can see
everything from there but I can't reach out and touch her. “Now,” I say. “Do it
now. I want to watch you play with your tits.”
    She's tentative at first, just
gently stroking herself, unable to look at me. But I hear her breath quicken,
and she closes her eyes and I know she's enjoying the sensation. She's
sensitive there. Sometimes I think she might come just from me sucking her
nipples. I want to take them in my mouth now and make her cry out, but that
would be the end of this game, and I want to see how far she will let me go
with this.
    “That's enough of that,” I say.
“Hands down between your legs now. I want to see you play with yourself there.”
    Her eyes open wide at my words
but she smiles again, though her cheeks are pink, and her fingers go to her
slit and she rubs herself until she's moaning. I can tell she's close.
    My cock wants to break out of my
jeans. Time enough for that.
    “Don't come,” I say. “You're not
allowed to come until I tell you.”
    Her fingers pause.
    “Carry on. I didn't tell you to
stop.”
    “But...er...Sir.”
    “Continue. But don't come. You'll
be punished if you come.”
    Maybe she guesses how this is all
going to end no matter what she does, because her fingers speed up then and
with them, her breath. Her hips arch up off the chair and her thighs part as
far as they can restricted as they are by the panties around her legs. I watch
as she climaxes, her mouth open, her limbs shuddering.
    I've seen her come before, but
somehow this is different—this display for me because I told her to play with
herself and she wanted to obey me. The way she couldn't help taking herself
over the edge. I want to fuck her right now, but I'm not going to.
    “Over here,” I say.
    She stands in front of me, still
constricted by her bra and panties. I can smell her arousal. It's intoxicating,
the sweet smell of her. I want to reach out and lick her, but I don't.
    “Get over my lap,” I say.
“Present your bottom.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she says sweetly and
wriggles onto my lap against my cock.
    Fuck! I almost come right then.
    “Was that maidenly, coming like
that when you weren't supposed to?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Was it obedient?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “You know I'm going to have to
punish you, don't you?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    I can feel her body through my
jeans, her chest rising and falling quickly as if the whole idea is taking her
breath away.
    “I'm going to spank you,” I say,
smoothing my hands over the rounds of her ass. “And your naughty little bottom
is not going to like it.”
    She squirms on my lap.
    “Keep still. Do I have to hold
you down?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Okay then.” I pull my hand back
and give her a smart slap right on the fleshiest part of her butt. She yelps
and I see the red mark my hand has made on her pale flesh. And then I follow it
with five more, covering both cheeks, and she squeals with each one. Her bottom
is lush and pink.
    “Stop,” she says. “I'll be good.”
    I smooth my hands over the cheeks
of her ass and let her breathing get back to normal. I'm such a fucking novice
at this. I know she probably doesn't want me to stop, but I can't go on now
she's said it. We should have had a safe word or something.
    “Do you really want me to stop,
or do you think you deserve a little more punishment for your wanton display?”
    She gulps. “More punishment,” she
says. “I deserve more.”
    “That's right, you do. And I
think you should