CHAPTER 103: SPANK (18+)

Her shyness showed in a soft flush across her cheeks, fingers trembling slightly as they rested on his shoulders.

Yet she leaned in, trusting him, savoring the slow, deliberate closeness. She felt the warmth of his chest beneath her and the faint scent of him lingering in the air.

Carefully, Jae guided her to sit more securely on his lap, holding her steady. Elise adjusted, breathing slowly, letting herself sink into the reassurance of his presence.

Every small movement, every brush of skin, carried a quiet thrill. Her soft exhalations punctuated the moment, a shared rhythm of closeness and trust.

The room seemed smaller around them, the lantern casting soft light across the walls, shadows shifting gently. Elise closed her eyes briefly, letting herself melt into the warmth. Her breaths were uneven, soft murmurs escaping her lips.

Jae’s hands rested lightly on her waist, keeping her steady while letting her feel the closeness fully. His lips traced delicate paths along her neck, eliciting small, involuntary sounds from her.

His hands slipped under her gown, brushing the smooth, warm skin beneath. Jae paused for a heartbeat, drinking in the feel of her, the heat of her body so close.

"You’re not wearing panties?" he asked, low, teasing. Elise’s cheeks flamed immediately. She looked down, shy, unsure whether to deny it or hide the heat rising inside her. Her lips parted slightly, a faint breath escaping.

Jae’s smirk deepened, a playful spark in his eyes. "Naughty girl," he said. A mischievous thought made his pulse quicken. He leaned closer, tracing the line of her back and the curve of her waist. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

Elise shook her head, a tiny shiver running through her. The closeness pressed warmly against her chest, her heart pounding, curiosity and nervousness mingling as her fingers gripped the edge of her gown.

"They get punished," he said, voice firm yet teasing. Her breath hitched softly. She tilted her head, unsure what to expect but aware of the coil of heat tightening inside her.

"Stand," he instructed, voice low and commanding, "and lay across my lap."

Slightly confused but drawn to him, Elise obeyed. She shifted carefully, resting across him, the chair beneath steady. His hands hovered for a moment before settling on her waist.

The warmth of his touch made a tremor run through her, a mix of anticipation and shyness curling in her stomach.

Jae’s gaze lingered over her back and hips. His hand gripped her lightly, tracing the curve beneath her gown. Then came a sharp spank. The crisp sound echoed softly. Elise flinched, gasping in surprise and warmth. Her cheeks flamed as her heart raced.

"What... was that?" she asked, voice trembling.

"Punishment," he said, smirking. Another spank followed, precise and rhythmic. She flinched and arched slightly, her chest rising faster, breathing uneven.

By the time he slowed, Elise was partially soaked, warmth spreading between her thighs, pressing slightly closer to him without thinking.

Jae shifted, letting his hand slide along her waist. He noticed the pink flush across her face, the faint sheen of sweat, and her shy glances.

"Did that... turn you on?" he asked, voice low, teasing. She nodded slightly, trying to hide the tremor in her hands.

The heat pooling inside her made her acutely aware of him, of her arousal, of the thrill of being exposed under his gaze.

He wrapped his hands gently around her waist, steadying her. Their bodies pressed together, the soft brush of his palms along her sides making her shiver.

She clutched lightly at his arms, heart pounding with anticipation.

He leaned down, lips brushing hers softly, tracing the curve of her neck and jawline. Elise’s breath hitched, a low, drawn-out sound escaping as his mouth and teasing touch sent shivers through her.

His teeth grazed the fabric of her gown as he leaned lower. She shivered, curling slightly into him, heat rising with each deliberate brush of his lips and glide of his fingers.

His lips moved over her chest gently, teasing at her breasts over the soft fabric. Elise let out a soft whimper, a mixture of surprise, warmth, and desire curling through her.

Her fingers pressed lightly on his shoulders, nails grazing the strong planes beneath as she tilted her head back, surrendering to the rhythm of his hands and mouth.

His thumbs brushed along her sensitive skin, circling softly, teasing without rushing. Elise shivered again, small moans matching the rhythm, pressing closer instinctively. Her chest rose unevenly, lips parting slightly, hair brushing her shoulders and back.

The room filled with soft sounds of breathing, rustle of fabric, and quiet murmurs as Jae explored, guiding and teasing with patient, sensual care. Each stroke, nibble, and soft press sent heat through her, making her shiver and press against him without realizing it.

The warmth, and teasing left her flushed, breathless, and entirely focused on the intimacy they shared.

Jae’s hands moved with measured patience, adjusting, tracing, teasing.

Every gentle touch drew small reactions from Elise, soft gasps, light shivers, fingers clutching him unconsciously. Her body responded instinctively to his rhythm, each motion coaxing more warmth, more desire.

He leaned closer, lips brushing her shoulder, teeth grazing softly, and she shivered, curling into him.

The sensation of his touch, the heat of his body against hers, made her chest tighten, heart racing. Every subtle motion, his hands along her waist, his lips teasing, the press of his body, created a slow, intoxicating rhythm, unhurried but deeply consuming.

Elise tilted her head back, pressing herself closer as the teasing continued. Her small, breathy noises filled the quiet room, mingling with the soft rustle of fabric and the faint creak of the chair.

Each gentle press, each trace of fingers or lips, sent waves of warmth that left her flushed, aware, and entirely captivated.

The steady cadence of Jae’s touch, the teasing movements across her skin, built a quiet intimacy, unspoken yet intensely felt.

Elise’s chest rose and fell unevenly, her lips parting slightly, hair brushing her back. She pressed into him, shivering, entirely immersed in the sensations they shared.

Every touch, every brush, every teasing press reinforced the connection, the trust, and the warmth between them. The room seemed to shrink, the soft light highlighting the subtle curve of her body, the tension in each small movement, the delicate shivers elicited by his patient exploration.