42. Do you want a reward?

Erica

I squirmed as he lowered me on his lap but he held me in place with his strong arm and pushed my legs down until I was lying across his lap. The position put my face on his thick thigh and I felt like a disobedient little girl ready to be punished.

“It would’ve been more effective if it was your bare arse getting punished.” His dark words made my thighs clench and I stopped the devil on my shoulder urging me to tell him to do it. To pull my jeans down and spank my bare arse, flesh to flesh. But I resisted as his heavy hand settled on my arse and he rubbed it in a circular motion, making it feel like he was trying to soothe me instead of it being the unspoken threat that it actually was. He said, “Start talking.”

I licked my dry lips and it took me a moment to go back to that night and intentionally bring out those memories to the forefront. I had pushed them into a box never to be opened again like all the other dark memories but now he was demanding me to pull them into light.