“Let’s take the stairs,” he said.
“Why?”
Still holding her wrist, he guided her to the stairwell door. “Indulge me.” Shaking her head at his bizarre behavior, she let him pull her through the door. With a slight bow, he let her take the lead. She had taken only a couple of steps up the first flight of stairs when he slapped her bottom lightly. It was little more than a love tap and the sound was muted, but her yelp of surprise echoed off the concrete walls.
She turned, looking down at him. “What was that for?” “I told you I knew what you were up to,” he said, the severity of his tone softened by his smile. “Playing the tease and deciding when you were going to have your way with me.”
She blushed. It wasn’t as if she could argue. “Hmm. Well, the sooner we get upstairs, the sooner I can have my way with you – which I think we will both enjoy.”
“I’m rather enjoying the view,” he said, giving her ass another smack. This one was harder than the last.
She hesitated on the stair until she slapped her again, then she ran up several stairs to get away from his hand. “Stop that,” she said, though there was no heat in her words. “You’re distracting me.”
He had caught up to her on the landing for the second floor and gave her another smack that was hard enough to make her whimper. Her bottom tingled, the thin fabric of her dress providing absolutely no cushioning from his spanking hand. She rubbed her tender flesh, frowning at him even as she felt the heat moving through her.
“Here, let me,” he said, tugging the back of her dress up and baring her bottom. “Naughty girl, no underwear.” She giggled nervously. “I thought you would like that.”
He put his arm around her waist and rubbed her exposed ass. She could feel his erection and rubbed against it like a cat in heat. His hands made circles on her rear, soothing the sensitive flesh. She whimpered softly, resting her head against his chest.
Suddenly, he spun her around and gave her three hard spankings. “I do like it, very much,” he said, as she squealed softly.
“You’re awful,” she said, scampering up the next flight of stairs and cursing the fact she lived on the fifth floor. “I’m not going to make it so easy for you.”
He was behind her in a moment, his long legs able to take the stairs two at a time. He hooked his arm around her waist and turning her away from him. In this way, she could feel his cock against her ass, the fabric of his trousers feeling rough against her skin.
“I’d say you’re making it quite hard.”
She knew what was coming and clung to the staircase railing, making no effort to get away. In fact, she pushed her bottom out toward him, silently urging him to spank her. She was wet now, as wet as she had ever been, and she felt her wetness trickling down between her bare thighs.
“You want it?” he asked, nudging her ass with his erection.
She nodded, tossing her hair back from her face.
“Which? A spanking or my cock?”
“Both,” she whispered.