Tease

Tease

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.

Okay, I saw GC down in D.C. last night, and Joel looked hot. So I had this dream about him and this is it.

He hates it when I tease. It drives him up the wall. Oh, it makes him mad. I’m so gonna get it. He’s gonna make me pay.

I push past him, my body lightly brushing him. I can feel him stir and I smile. He growls. I turn to him and give him that playful smile of mine. He smiles back, but it’s almost a predatory smile.

He follows me into the dressing room. I cael hel his eyes trailing up and down my body. He wants to fuck me right then and there, I can tell. There are too many people here. Besides Benji might cry if we did.

I open the door and he shuts it behind him. I jump from the slam. He’s mad, and I get chills throughout my body. I hear the click of the lock.

“You shouldn’t tease me,” he says.

I can feel his breath against my neck. I almost die. I can feel my panties dampen. I love his control over me.

“It makes me mad, and when I get mad you know what happens?”

I don’t answer him right away and he firmly smacks my ass.

“Answer me,” he commands.

“You have to punish me,” I whisper.

“Yes, I do,” he growls, pressing his body tight against mine.

My panties are soaking wet by now. He’s gonna spank me. I can’t wait. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’m surprise I haven’t fainted already. I can feel how weak my knees are.

I don’t remember him moving me, but somehow I’m over his lap. My skirt is pushed up my hips and his hand is resting against my backside.

“I can smell you,” he says, moving his hand up and down my ass.

I whimper, am so turned on. My clit is rock hard, just from being over his lap. He lightly smacks my ass. It doesn’t hurt, it’s a little disappointing. I like it to hurt.

Joel spanks me again, this time a little harder. Still it’s not hard enough. But the third smack stings like a motherfucker. He must be getting pointers from Billy. Oh boy can Billy spank.

Joel is spanking me harder and faster now. Right now he’s really packing a wallop. I almost cry when he takes off my panties.

“You’re all nice and pink,” he coos.

I’m pretty sure I’m all nice and red, my skin being sensitive and all. But there’s no point in arguing with him. He smacks my bare skin and I squirm.

“I won’t be having any of that,” he scolds, holding me down.

I whine as he spanks me again. I’m blinded by tears by the time he finishes thoroughly punishing my backside. But the tears aren’t from the pain, I tend to cry when I’m happy. God, it stings like hell. He tugs my panties all the way off and tells me to get off his lap.

He pulls down my skirt, but leaves my shirt on.

“Lay on the floor,” he commands.

I obey and spread my legs wide open for him. My pussy is dripping wet and my clit is so hard, it hurts.

“Looks like a rosebud,” he says, before burying his head between my legs.

I start to moan as he eats me out. His tongue brushes my clit and I lose it. As I climax I let out an ear-deafening cry. He slurps all of my juices up. He has told me a thousand times that he loves the way I taste. Like lime and honey, which is the oddest combination.

“Don’t ever tease me again,” he says, with a devilish smile on his face.