Bruce cuts me off with an amused smile.
“You know, I have to admit, I got a little jealous when you blurted “I love you” so easily to a complete stranger, and you haven’t so much as told me that you even like me, Miss James.”
My eyes widen, taken aback by his words. “Of course I like you, Mr. Lockhart.”
He grins before leaning forward and kissing the side of my neck. His lips linger there for a moment before he bites down, ever so gently nipping at my skin.
“So I have nothing to worry about?” he teases.
I mewl in pleasure and tilt my head toward the ceiling. He always knows how to find that sweet spot of mine. “Nothing at all, Mr. Lockhart. Absolutely zero.”
He growls before pressing another kiss to my throat.
“Oh good because I like you too, Miss James.”
Abruptly, there’s a bright flash of light. Down below, someone is holding a camera and snapping a picture of us. I gasp, my eyes widening. “No pictures, please!” I jump from my seat and cling to the railing, but the photographer is already gone.
Bruce grabs my hand and reels me back into my seat, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. “It’s okay, baby, these things happen at these types of events. It’s just a society photographer who’s obligated to capture all the partygoers. Besides, no one needs to know any more about you other than that you’re one of my many, many business partners.”
I immediately feel silly. “Of course. It’s just that I wouldn’t want it getting out that I’m the girl behind Panty Time and that you’re the new guy. What we’re doing is pretty scandalous, you have to admit.”
He shrugs.
“Scandalous, but totally legal. But don’t worry, I don’t want that getting out either. I’ll make sure that information never sees the light of day,” he assures me with a squeeze of his hand on mine.
My momentary anxiety melts away, and I smile, feeling happier than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I relax and rest my head on his shoulder, and then take his hand in mine and lace our fingers together. It feels good, like we’re two puzzle pieces that have finally found their match. I run my thumb along his square palm, trying to imagine how this will all play out.
After all, how can this dream be real? How can I be spending time with a powerful, handsome man at a Hollywood premiere? It seems too good to be true, and frankly, I’m scared I’ll wake up any moment now.
12
Bruce
“Oh my god!” Katie mewls. “That…” Spank! “…feels…” Spank! “…so….” Spank! “…good!”
I grin to myself as her words of pleasure mingle with the sound of my palm smacking against her round, firm ass cheek. It bounces with every motion, turning redder and redder.
My sexy little nymph is wearing nothing but a pair of black silk panties. They’re exceptionally cheeky, almost borderline thong. Her milky buttocks are on full display, completely vulnerable and all mine.
With my other hand, I take picture after picture, trying to get the perfect shot. Our buyers will love this. Not only do black silk panties sell extremely well, but potential buyers will certainly love the little spanking story we’ll include in the description. I can see the dollar signs already. Katie and her business have definitely been a very lucrative investment so to speak.
We could have hired a professional photographer, but since I’ve decided to participate in the underwear game myself, I thought it best to forgo the photographer altogether. This way, both of our identities are completely confidential. Katie and I are the only two who know the truth, and it matters because we both have a stake in the business.
Slowly, I pull her panties to the side, completely exposing her ass. I run my palm over the round mound before lightly probing her asshole with my finger. Before she can say a word, I dip it inside.
She moans and arches her back, craning her head so that our eyes can meet.
“Oh Bruce,” she gasps.
My cock throbs, poking against her stomach as she lies across my lap. The sound of her moans is enough to turn me on past the point of no return.
Quickly, I put down the camera, prepared to give her my utmost attention. I start by kissing the small of her back and running my tongue along the curve of her spine. I feel her shiver as I take my time, teasing her.
“Mr. Lockhart…”
“Shh, just relax.” I reach forward and pinch one of her nipples between my fingers.
She cries out but then bites her bottom lip to keep quiet.
My kisses travel onto her ass cheeks. The skin is burning, and I smile to myself, knowing that she’ll feel the effects of our spanking session for quite a while.
Finally, I kiss her tight pink asshole while breathing her in. Even here, her scent is divine and absolutely intoxicating. I can’t resist. My tongue finds its way into her tight hole, twisting this way and that.
