Chapter 8

“You’re being a complete and utter bastard,” Christal said, fuming at his happiness. Her folds were melting as well. She was so ashamed to be turned on over a punishment. One moment she wasn’t getting any kind of attention, and now she got nothing but attention. It was driving her insane.

“I’ve been called worse, baby.” He leaned back, showing off his knees. His thighs looked big enough to take her weight. No one had ever tried to get her to rest on them before. “Over you go. The longer you take risks someone sees you.”

Glaring at him, she stepped closer and moved over his knees. His hand banded around her waist, helping her in place. Her stomach rested in the gap between his legs with her breasts pressed to his thigh. Both of his hands moved her to how he wanted her. She was surprised he didn’t make any noise when he put her into position. Her weight had no effect on him.

“There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” he asked.

“What is my punishment?”

“You’ll have to