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Lisina Coney
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February 23 - February 28, 2024
“Good girl.” Oh, hell. I know I’m probably overreacting and it’s just the way he talks. He means nothing by it, and it shouldn’t mean anything to me that he’s praising me like that. I’m not that desperate to be told I’m a “good girl” or whatever. So even if it does feel good, shame forces me to bury the feeling deep down, under thick layers of denial.
The air whooshes out of my lungs. Puff, gone. That familiar tone of amusement in his voice wraps around my ear and whispers a sweet nothing or two into it, and then it sinks in. Did he just call me a brat? And most importantly, why the hell do I like it?
I’m drunk on his presence, his words, his whole damn existence—and
Because I see myself in her. Because the darkness in my heart recognizes hers.
I smile at the memory of calling her a brat. Her brother might call her “princess,” and she might have grown up a little spoiled, but hell—I’d spoil her, too, if I could.
When she gives me that beautiful smile again, I know I’m in trouble.
“Brat.” “Grouch.”
His words split me open, and his arms stitch me back together. James starts rubbing comforting circles on my back, calming my breathing.
“Brat.” “So you keep saying.” “So you keep proving me right.”
The image in my mind morphs into one of Maddie being thrown over my lap, my hand spanking that round ass I’ve looked at more times than I can count since we arrived.
There’s my little firecracker.
There’s nothing playful or lighthearted about what I want to do to you, baby.
I have never resisted such a potent urge to spank somebody’s ass.
“Sorry, I forgot you’re ancient.” “What does that say about you, then? That you hang out with an ancient man.” She shrugs. “I’ve always felt for the elderly.” Oh, Maddie. If I weren’t behind the wheel right now…
“But I’m embarrassed.” “You’re good, baby.”
“Get out of here before I make you swallow your own fucking teeth for putting your hands on my girl.”
My girl. His girl.
I feel the warmth of his big hands covering my much smaller ones, peeling my fingers away from my wet eyes gently. He kisses the back of each one, slowly, so softly more tears fall against my will.
“I’m too old for you.”
I’m too old for you,
He pulls at my hair in a way that feels dominant and only slightly painful, drawing out a weak sound from the back of my throat I’ve never heard before. Before I can overthink it too much, my fingers tangle in his hair, my nails scratching his scalp, and he groans.
“Look at you, asking so nicely.”
“Be a good girl
“This is what you get—” My grip on my cock roughens, squeezing it as I leave a red mark on her ass with my other hand. “—for being a brat.”
Fuck, she’s my everything. And I want to be her all.
“My heart is yours,” I whisper against his lips. “And I want your heart, James, all the dark corners that come with it. Will you give it to me?” His charged gaze searches mine. “It’s always been yours.”
“Yes,” I pant. “God, yes.” “Yeah?” he teases.
