Strip Poker Chapter Two
When I woke up, my mom and Dwight were out. I scrolled through the messages with Brad, ignoring the flutter in my chest when I thought of what we did last night. And he wanted to spank me tonight. Not only wanted, would if I dared to go to his place, lay over his lap and let him smack me until I screamed.
My nipples tightened, my clit throbbed, and my pussy dripped with the memory and with anticipation. I wanted to text him, to tease him, but I wasn’t sure how or what to say.
If he knew I was thinking about him, would he want me to touch myself or would he demand I abstain until we were together? Finally I decided on, “I’m dying to touch myself.”
He replied within two minutes. “Dying? Sounds like a dire situation. I can’t have you dying before I punish you. What shall we do?”
I giggled and rolled to my side. “What do you want me to do?”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
My phone rang and his name flashed on my screen. I wished there was a picture to go alongside the name. Brad Nash. I slid my finger across the screen and pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello.” Was that breathy, wispy voice me?
“You always were a good girl. And I’m delighted you became so damn naughty, Kylie. How much time do we have?” His deep voice chased shivers down my spine, spreading through my lower body, until I trembled all over. What would I do tonight when I was with him? Last night’s scene was a combination of lowered inhibitions from alcohol and late hour. Tonight was the real test of what I was willing to do.
“No idea, the cigar smoke upsets my mom so Dwight took her to brunch, then shopping to appease her. They’ll be gone most of the day.”
Then I would meet Brad for an evening of debauchery. The anticipation made me giddy, and I tried not to squeal in his ear.
“I see, what are you wearing?”
“Panties and a tank top. I was hot last night.” Thank god, my confidence returned, and I wasn’t relegated to being an unsure partner. I wanted to participate, I wanted to engage, I wanted to arouse.
“Panties off, little miss naughty. When you arrive tonight, I want you to wear a skirt and white button-down shirt, and your sexiest bra and panties. Okay?”
I pushed my underwear down my legs and used my feet to kick it off the bed. “Okay and I’m almost naked.”
“Brush your clit. Did you touch yourself like this before you went to bed?”
My fingers strummed my clit. “No, winning the poker game left me satisfied.”
He hummed and I almost came, remembering his mouth on me. “I did, I used your underwear. It smelled like having my face between your legs, so I used the scent and memory better than fucking porn. But it didn’t help, because I woke up hard for you.”
“Are you hard now?”
“Very. And you are wet, dripping on your bed.”
I hummed, noncommittal.
“No answer seems like a confirmation. So naughty little miss, I cannot wait to have you kneel for me tonight.”
“I’m going to kneel? What about the—” spanking? I couldn’t say the word. “Punishment.”
“Not to worry, you will lie across my lap for your spanking. Slap your sweet ass until it’s pink, is that what you want?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but the reply squeaked out as a whimper.
“Good, are you still touching yourself?”
“Yes. Slow and gentle.”
“I wish I could be there to watch. Or touch. Or taste.”
Hell, I wanted him here too. “Yes.” A whimper escaped my lips.
“Make yourself come for me, little miss naughty.”
“I’m working on it.” My voice was harsh.
“I’ll help you. What else do I want to do with you? Spanking, have you kneel in a cute white blouse and skirt, the sexy schoolgirl look. Perhaps some knee-high stockings, if you have them.”
“Okay.” My voice hitched, breathy and wispy.
“I will reward good behaviour. With lots of soft kisses, cuddling you close, and rubbing your sweet cunny until you beg me to fuck you. Lay you down on my bed, kiss you from head to toe, I bet you ticklish toes, lick you until you’re shaking, then roll you over and slide into the sweet pussy. Do you want that?”
“Yes. Please.” I was so close, his words pushed me, pulled me, shook me.
“Please what?”
“Please Mr. Nash. I want all that. I want you to fuck me, so hard we rattle the walls.” My voice shook, but I got the message out.
“Right now I can’t so you have to fuck yourself harder.” I pressed in deep circles, spreading my legs wider for full contact.
“Yes, yes.” I clamped my thighs on my hand and rocked, riding my fingers to a soaring climax.
“So many rewards, after you kneel and receive your punishment. Okay, naughty girl, I can’t stay on the phone all day teasing you. I will see you in a few hours. Don’t forget the white shirt and skirt.”
“And knee-high socks.”
“You always were a good girl. See you tonight.”
The call ended and I threw the phone on the mattress. Fuck, I might be in over my head.