Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(69)

“Turn around, Ms. Kensington,” I mutter.

Tempest’s face is bright red, and her big blue eyes are glistening with something between shock and lust when she slowly nods. Slowly, like she’s still not sure this is real, she turns around.

“Bend over,” I growl lowly, my eyes sliding up and down her lean, exposed legs.

“W-what?” she gasps, her voice shaking.

“Bend over the desk,” I whisper darkly into her ear, coming up right behind her. “Ms. Kensington, I’m going to show you what your old new Headmaster does to naughty little brats like you.”





5





Christian




She does as she’s told, and it makes me groan as I watch my gorgeous, teasing little obsession stretch out across my big desk. Her skirt pulls up high — so high I can just see the bottom curve of the tight little globes of her ass. I can see the muscles of her legs straining tight, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders as she rests her elbows on the desk, her back arched so seductively.

I move behind her, and without waiting another goddamn second, I reach down, close my fingers on the hem of her pleated tartan skirt, and pull it up — all the way up, until with an animal groan deep inside my chest, her entire little peach of an ass is exposed to me.

She’s wearing a fucking thong. I’m not sure if I was expecting something cliched like white cotton ones out of a schoolgirl porno, but there’s something so fucking hot about the very grown up black lace tucked tight between the soft globes of her ass that has me ready to tear it off with my teeth.

Her skirt up around her waist, I bring my hand down, every caveman instinct in me roaring like a beast before I let my palm rest on the impossibly soft skin of her ass. She whimpers, arching her back and almost subtly pushing her little ass back into my hand. My grip tightens, my cock lurching in my pants as I grab her butt in my hand.

“Bad girls get punished, Ms. Kensington,” I purr. We’ve completely blown past anything even remotely resembling “the rules,” but I don’t give a shit. My attraction to and need for this angelic creature stretched out before me is all-consuming.

She’s my everything, and I’m going to show her exactly what that means…even if I have to spank this drum-tight little ass until it’s red and swollen first.

“Five, Ms. Kensington,” I growl right into her ear, loving the way she literally moans as my lips brush her ear. “Count them out loud.”

My hand winds back, and without hesitation, I bring it down with a sharp thwack against her ass.

Tempest squeals, and mewling moaning sound that comes out of her mouth is like audible sex. It’s like I’ve just dragged my tongue over her clit, rather than brought my palm down against her bratty little ass.

“Count,” I growl.

“One!” my little temptation moans out, her palms flat on my desk and her fingers clawing at it.

I bring my hand down again, and the sound of it connecting with her tender ass and the sound of the moan of pleasure from her lips has me literally reaching down and stroking my cock through my pants.

“Two!”

I move to the other cheek for three, which only makes me press into her hip harder. She screams out “three” and then “four” in gasping, achingly sexy moans as I make her ass bright pink with my hand.

“Five!”

Five is back to the first cheek, and then, even though I said five, I bring a sixth one down on the other side again, to be even.

When I’m done, every single muscle in my body is straining against my clothes. Every fucking nerve ending is on fire, and every inch of my cock aches to be buried inside of her. Tempest moans, arching her back and actively pushing back against my hand, almost like she wants more. And I’m sorely tempted to give it to her, except now there’s something else I want.

Something I need.

My hand strokes her ass, soothing her pink skin. The other one slides up her back, until I wrap a handful of her long blonde tangles in my fist. I pull gently, enough so she knows what I want as I pull her up into a standing position, my hand still on her ass. I move right behind her, and when I breath in the scent of her — of her shampoo, and her skin, and the intoxicating smell of her barely legal arousal soaking between her legs, I’m completely lost.

Because I might be in charge here, but I am helpless for her. She might not — and probably doesn’t — know it yet, but she’s got me wrapped around her finger so damn tight I can barely breathe. And it’s not just the forbidden temptation either. It’s not just the filthy thoughts about claiming her tight, sweet young body as my own.

It’s all of her.

It’s that fire behind her eyes — the defiance, and the strength, and the way even as young as she is, she’s capable of standing tall and resisting the storm of this rigid, cookie-cutter town. It’s the way she’s entirely her own person, on her own terms.

And I like that, a lot.

She pushes back into me, breathing hard and squirming against my hand on her ass. My other one pulls her hair up, holding it in my fist as I lean down and brush my lips over her ear.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” I purr.

She swallows, whimpering.

“No, Mr. Knolls.”

I groan, my hand cupping her ass as I press my rock-hard cock against it until she’s moaning.