Come Play With Me Again: A Mischief Erotica Collection. Justine Elyot

Or … ooooh, a good cropping? Time at the end of his belt? Being bound to his bed with silk scarves?’

      I snorted with laughter then, mortifying myself.

      ‘That laugh says Paul wouldn’t know what to do with a silk scarf beyond putting it around your neck to accent your outfit.’

      The heat that had invaded my body crept up into my face. ‘He was fine.’

      ‘And now he’s gone.’

      ‘And now he’s gone,’ I echoed.

      ‘Then come home with me. Play with me. I’ve missed you. Everything that can be even remotely dirty reminds me of you.’

      I opened my mouth to say no but instead I said, ‘Tonight?’

      He sipped his wine and tipped me a wink. ‘No time like the present, and all that.’

      I meant to shake my head no but instead I nodded. ‘OK.’

      He rubbed his hands together and laughed. ‘Fabulous.’ When he smiled his eyes crinkled at the corners, their darkness accented by the dim bar lights. He brushed a hand through his short black hair and sighed contentedly. ‘What’ll it be, then? Spanking? Cropping? Paddling? Bondage? What’s your pleasure, Claire?’

      I wanted to say, ‘All of the above,’ but one of them in particular made my heart leap in my chest. ‘Spanking,’ I said, so softly I wasn’t sure he heard.

      ‘Is that what he denied you? A good ass-reddening? Stupid man.’

      ‘It wasn’t in his nature.’

      ‘Lucky for you, it is in mine. I’ve been dreaming of that ass of yours for a very long time. Wondering if I’d ever see it grow cherry red under my hand ever again.’

      A rush of wetness invaded my knickers and I sighed. ‘Drink your drink,’ I almost growled. ‘So we can go.’

      He nudged me with an elbow. ‘Bossiness earns you at least ten blows right out of the gate.’

      I tried not to smile and resisted the temptation to boss him some more.

      When we left, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, just like the old days. He steered me towards the front door.

      ‘Why were you here?’ I asked. ‘I had a work thing. Everyone had left. But you—’

      ‘I also had a work thing. But in the main banquet room. Fate seems to have plans for us,’ he said and chuckled.

      Somehow that made it even more enticing. A happenstance meeting after all these years.

      Outside the door he curled himself against me and whispered, ‘Ride with me or follow?’

      I’d been to his house more times than I could count. Shared a bed with him even more times than that. I didn’t hesitate. ‘Ride with you.’

      ‘Come along then …’

      I could see him smiling under the streetlamps. He looked like a wolf who’d just bagged a sheep, and I needed to take a deep breath and steady my wobbling knees. I was more than happy to be his sheep.

      ‘I’m parked way at the back. The parking lot’s cleared out a lot since I arrived.’

      We walked into the cold wind, my heels clacking on the macadam. Every step worked me up more. By the time we reached his black SUV I was so wet and so hot the wind didn’t bother me. I should have seen it coming. Michael never was big on patience when he had his mind set on something. He walked me to the passenger door, hit the key fob to unlock the vehicle. But before I could reach for the handle to get in, he pushed me so my belly was against the cold, dark metal and flipped my skirt up, exposing my barely clad ass to the cold night air.

      ‘Why wait when we can start here,’ he growled in my ear.

      I dropped my head and pushed my ass out. My yes didn’t even need to be vocalised.

      His big hand pushed my panties down to my knees. There were no other cars that far back. Just us and a lone streetlamp and the tall fence that ran round the perimeter of the big parking lot.

      ‘You know you could have called me when the thing with Paul ended.’

      I didn’t say anything. I’d always known I could but pride had kept me from doing it.

      ‘I think a punishment is in order, then.’ His hand came down hard on my right ass cheek. Before I could even wrestle a breath into my lungs, it descended onto my left cheek. His hand brought a flurry of stinging pain, but I found myself arching back, pushing my body toward him, my pussy so wet it was nearly unbearable. Oh, how I’d missed this. Being on the receiving end of his punishments and then his rewards.

      He paused and moved up close behind me, pushing his body against mine. His trousers scratchy against my tender skin. I felt his hardness, the length of his cock pressing into the seam of my ass, and I hung my head and gave a soft cry. That’s all he needed to hear. Michael dropped a kiss on the nape of my neck and my skin puckered with gooseflesh, my scalp tingled. I heard his zipper and my breath caught. When the heat of his hard cock ran along my wetness, I shuddered.

      ‘Say you want it,’ he said softly. I almost missed the words but managed to make them out and nodded. Nodded like a desperate fool. ‘I want it,’ I said without a second thought.

      He did it again. Slid the tip of his cock from my clit to my cunt and then back farther before chuckling at my sob and driving into me. His hands perfect and possessive on my hips. My skirt bunched and mildly blowing around my waist as he moved in and out of me, delivering well-timed slaps to my ass as he fucked me.

      I bowed my body over the hood of his SUV, the cold metal kissing the side of my flushed face. I moved with him, taking every thrust, crying out at every blow, until it was all too much and I tipped over into my orgasm with a rush of relief and pleasure.

      Michael stilled as the final spasms passed and when I grew still too he exhaled loudly. And then his hand descended again, startling my body from its calm. He thrust slow and deep, focusing on landing his palm in a different place, a different pattern, to keep me on edge.

      He made a noise I recognised. It meant he was barely keeping himself in check. And in a moment of petulant revenge for my stinging ass, I squeezed my internal muscles tight around his driving cock. He laughed. It was a dark laugh.

      ‘Fair enough,’ he growled and pushed a finger into my back hole.

      I gasped as he fucked me hard and steady until I teetered on the edge again. But I waited. Waited for the magical words I longed to hear. They came in a rough, broken voice. ‘Come with me, Claire.’

      When his body stiffened against mine and he pushed two cruel fingers against the aching, pounding skin of my ass, I waited to hear his strangled cry and then allowed myself to give in to the rush of wetness and pleasure, my pussy milking him eagerly as we climaxed together.

      Without a word, he pulled free of me, tugged my panties up, fixed my skirt and opened the door. He buckled me in with the seatbelt, dropped a kiss on my nose and shut the door. I focused on trying to catch my breath.

      The entire ride – thankfully it wasn’t a long one – I pondered what would happen when we got to his place. The spanking I’d so desired had already been administered. A fact I couldn’t forget because I kept shifting on his soft leather seat.

      He smiled in the flickering parade of streetlights and traffic lights we passed. His face morphed through silver, gold, green and red. He looked like a beautiful villain. A tempting predator.

      When we arrived he cut the engine as my hands warred in my lap. Fingers plucked at one another, my wrists restless as I tried to calm myself.

      ‘Nervous?’

      I nodded.

      ‘Excited?’

      Another nod.

      ‘Aroused?’

      He