This Time Around | By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 11904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Simon!" I hissed, trying to get his attention. "Simon!"
He whipped around.
"What?" he snapped.
"Come here," I said, lowly and seductively.
"What is it Paula?"
Mmm God, just the way he said my name was enough to make me jump him.
"Come here," I said again, bending my index finger towards me as I drawled the last few syllables, my hand searched behind me blindly for the doorknob to my dressing room.
He sighed.
"Paula I really want to go have a smo-"he began, holding up his cigarettes.
Aww, he was trying to act annoyed.
Is it sick that made him even sexier?
It was all I could do not to moan out loud.
God, I was horny.
"Quit complaining and come here," I interrupted, opening the door.
He followed me in with a defeated sigh and I shut the door behind myself.
Undressing as quickly as possible.
It was all I could do not to rip my clothes -and his- to shreds in order to get naked as fast as I could.
We didn’t have much time.
He stood, motionless, watching me as I quickly removed my tube top.
"What are you waiting on?" I asked impatiently as I let my skirt drop to the floor.
"Paula, stop."
"Why?"
"Because I said so, that’s why. Put your clothes back on."
"Honey, I think it’ll make it a whole lot easier to fuck if we aren’t wearing clothes," I said playfully, winking at him.
When he shot me a disgruntled look I walked towards him until we were unbearably close, our bodies mere centimeters apart.
I stopped in front of him, my stance seductive and his eyes trailed up and down my body, clad in only a black strapless bra, matching thong, and heels.
Not being able to take it any longer I impatiently pushed him against the wall.
Apparently if I wanted anything that night I was going to have to get it myself.
My mouth immediately found the side of his neck and I moaned softly, gyrating my hips against his crotch.
"Paula, quit!" he demanded, pushing me off of him.
Grabbing my wrist he dragged me to the couch, taking a seat quickly and pulling me over his lap.
Hell yeah, I thought as I laid my face against the smooth material of the sofa cushions waiting for whatever "punishment" he was about to bestow upon me.
Preparing for what was to come.
A sharp slap pierced the air and pain radiated from my ass, spiraling outwards.
"Mmm," I moaned.
This was new, but I didn’t mind it.
Not at all.
However, we didn’t have a lot of time.
"Simon," I began, attempting to push myself into a sitting position, "As I much as I loooove the foreplay, we really don’t have time, could we maybe save this for la-"
I was cut off as another resounding slap came down on the soft exposed skin of my ass.
This one literally took my breath away.
"Simon, wha-" I giggled.
"First of all," he practically growled, "This is not foreplay."
"Then why do I feel your cock getting awfully hard…" I asked.
Very sex-kittenish if I do say so myself.
And again, another slap on my ass.
"Ow! God, Simon, what the hell!?" I screamed, frustrated. "Why can’t we just have se-"
"Secondly," he interrupted, "you should learn that you can’t take your words back, so you should chose them very carefully."
And again, he slapped my ass.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, making no attempt to hide the frustration laced in my voice.
I squirmed, trying to get away from him.
However, he tightened his grip on my body, securing me in place.
I moaned as I clutched the cushions, grasping the soft material in my small fists and squeezing it every time his hand came down on me.
"Don’t accuse me of only caring about sex and then turn around and try to seduce me," he said pseudo-sternly.
I began to whimper.
One more slap on my tingling skin.
"You know," he teased. "This is hurting me a whole lot more than it’s hurting you."
"Oh, I’m sure," I said, thinking about how we could be using this time much more wisely.
I felt him pause, his hand in mid-air.
God, my ass was throbbing.
And my God, I was wet.
"What was that?" he asked, amusement dancing in his tone.
"Nothing," I replied, unsure if I was enjoying his kinky side or annoyed by it.
I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face in the sofa as I waited for another piercing slap.
However, instead of spanking me again he bought his hand down softly, caressing the red, inflamed skin.
I felt him place three very soft kisses on my ass cheeks as he rubbed my back.
"I’m...I’m sorry, Simon" I said, taking a deep, shaky breath in an attempt to hide how turned on I was.
I made a mental note to watch everything I said to him from here on out.
And then I had a second thought, deciding devilishly to make sure and say a few things for no other reason than to piss him off.
A smile lit up my face as I considered that.
Yes, that was a much better idea.
"You’re forgiven," he said simply.
However, I wasn’t sure I believed him.
Honestly, I didn’t want to believe him.
Maybe, if I was lucky, I’d get "punished" again.
"I feel better now," he said, his tone lighter.
"I don’t," I said, with an exaggerated pout, reaching for a few tissues to clean the moisture that was threatening to drip down my legs.
He smirked at me and placed a quick kiss on my pout.
"C’mon," he said with a smile, standing and offering me his hand, "The show will be starting again shortly."
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