Page 38 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend
And I do want him.
I remove my panties as Brock watches me like a hawk. Like a starving man, desperate for food.
I climb onto the bed as Brock licks his lips, and then drags his lower lip between his teeth. It’s sexy, and nearly makes me feral.
It’s never been like this before in my life. My heart is literally trying to beat out of my chest. I’m so turned on that even the simplest breeze could cause me to erupt.
Brock stares at me, like really studies me, and it almost makes me nervous. I cover myself, and squeeze my legs together.
Brock shakes his head. “No, don’t do that, Willow. I want to memorize every inch of you.”
My eyes widen. “But why? That’s not very sexy.” How could he seriously want to memorize every inch of me? I’m too self-conscious. It makes me nervous, and Brock steps closer to the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt.
“You have no idea what you do to me. You make me so goddamn hard I can’t stand it. I want to see you, Willow. I think I’ve always wanted to see you.”
I shake my head. “You don’t need to lie to me, Brock.” I don’t want my heart to get hurt. I don’t want to believe anything he’s telling me.
“Fine,” he says, undoing his jeans and lowering them down his broad legs. “You want me to take charge, don’t you? Tell you that if you don’t let me see all of you I’ll punish you again.”
My smile spreads slowly. “What if I like your punishments?”
Once he steps out of his jeans, he removes his shirt. “You won’t like this punishment. I can promise you that.”
I almost want to challenge him in some small way, but with the look he’s giving me right now, I’m thinking I won’t like it, but I have to try. Test him a little. See how much he can give and take. I grab the comforter, covering my body further and Brock’s nostrils flare.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asks.
I giggle. “Maybe I want to be punished.”
Brock leans over, grabbing his belt from his jeans. “You’re going to be begging me to fuck you, and I’m not going to give you my fucking cock until I’m ready.” He snaps the belt in his hands, and the sound echoes throughout the room.
My eyes widen. “What if I take it from you?”
He scoffs at me. “Willow, I know how badly you want this cock,” he fists his dick in his hands, “and trust me, you’ll definitely be sore tomorrow.”
“How sore?”
“You won’t be able to sit through the rehearsal dinner once I’m through with you.” The last of his clothing is removed, and he sits on the bed. “Now get your ass over here. I need to spank it.”
“With your belt?” My mind goes blank. I don’t think I’ve ever been spanked by a belt, and I’m wondering how badly it’ll hurt.
Brock twists a little to stare at me. “No, not with the belt. I’m going to spank you with my hand. The belt is to keep your hands bound.”
I tilt my head, giving Brock my best puppy dog eyes, and link my wrists in front of me. “Please don’t spank me too hard,” I say in my best pouty voice.
His dick throbs. “Over my lap you go,” he says, and after he binds my wrists together with the belt, I lay down over his lap, my ass in the air. “Have you been a good girl?”
Brock’s got one hand on my upper back, the other is in the air, ready to make contact with my butt, and my adrenaline is pumping. It’s skyrocketing.
I’m nervous, excited, and turned on all at the same time.
“Have you?” Brock asks.
I shake my head, and whisper, “No.”
His hand makes contact and the pain is quickly squashed by his hand, rubbing the tender flesh. “God, you’re so fucking hot, Willow.”
He keeps rubbing until the pain subsides like he’s got the playbook to how I’m feeling, and then he raises his hand once more.