Straddling His Lap Novels & Stories

“But your punishment isn’t over yet.” Before I could ask what he meant, his fingers pinched my jaw gently, tilting my face up. His other hand slid from my thigh to my waist, a firm, deliberate movement. He shifted me on his lap, pulling me forward until I was straddling him more fully, my knees pressed against the car seat on either side of his hips. The new position put me completely in his control, caged between his body and the steering wheel.

The rest of my words were interrupted with his mouth. I am irritated with him but his lips always had the effect on me. I tried to push him off but he pulled me onto his lap and placed my legs around him in such a way that it looked like I was straddling him. Even though my brain fought his mouth my lips had their own way.

“Come he⁠re and straddle⁠ my t‌high.” Ethan cli‌mbed onto his lap, settling one knee on either‍ side of Adrian’s pow‌erfu⁠l‍ thig‍h, the fine fabric o​f A‌drian’s trouse‍rs fe⁠lt rough against his sensi‌t⁠ive dic‌k and ba‍lls. Adrian’s ha‍nds grip⁠ped his hips, guidin⁠g him, ‌“R⁠ide it.”

" I moaned. "I've warned you not to touch yourself when you're next to me. I'm here to give you whatever you want and you want to finger yourself," the fact that he was spanking me for every word he was saying. My ass is probably red now. He pulled me up to sit on his lap. He crossed my leg to his side so that I was straddling him. He pulled me closer with my teary face. He kissed my tears.

"Don't make me beg. I'm too tired for that." My feet move despite the warning bells in my head. I cross the room in quick strides and stop between his spread knees. He's slouched low in the leather chair, his head tipped back against the headrest, watching me through half-lidded eyes. He pats his thigh, inviting me. "Sit." I gulp again, but I'm already moving. I lower myself carefully onto his lap, straddling one of his thick thighs. His arms come around me instantly, loose but possessive, pulling me flush against his chest. The blood on his shirt smears against my sleep shirt.

I slid onto his lap, and straddled him. His body went stiff and for the first time, Graham looked speechless.

He froze for a second, just one heartbeat, and I thought—shit, he’s going to stop again. But then he growled, he actually growled, and dragged me across the seat like the world might end if he didn’t touch more of me. One leg swung awkwardly over the center console, and I found myself in his lap, straddling him in the front seat, my skirt hiked up around my thighs as I settled over the solid, unmistakable bulge straining beneath his pants. My breath hitched. I looked down between us, then back up at his face.

He pulled me onto his laps when I was close enough, making all my senses go haywire. I don't know how he did it, but I was straddling him, and his hands had moved behind me to cage me and hold me in place, making it difficult for me to move. I pushed my hands against his chest, trying to put a distance between us and get off his laps.

he said, and pulled me down to his lap. I started to sit on his legs like I would on a bench – “No. Straddle me,” he ordered. I paused, then lifted one leg over him and sat on his lap facing him. I raised my arms up hesitantly and put them on his broad shoulders. He gazed deep into my eyes, and I felt his strong, powerful hands lightly touch my sides. I whimpered a little as his fingers brushed my bare skin, then worked their way lightly up my back. Every touch sent a little thrill of heat through me, and I shuddered.

I scream his name into the pillow until my throat burns. He doesn’t stop. Pulls out, flips me again—onto my back this time. I’m boneless, shaking, but he hauls me up, sits back against the headboard, and pulls me onto his lap. I straddle him, knees sinking into the mattress, and sink down onto his cock in one slick glide. We both groan.