Magcon Smut

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You and Cameron had just gotten home from the Met Gala and the sexual tension couldn't be any higher. Something about him in a tux drove you absolutely wild. You had been acting up purposely all night - bending over in front of him, running your hand up and down his thigh, whispering in his ear. You knew it drove him crazy and you knew you'd be paying for it later in the best way possible. You had purposely chosen to skip out on panties that night and you couldn't wait for him to find out.

Cameron nudges you into the hotel room, closing the door and locking it behind him. He hasn't said a word to you since you left the gala - this frightens and thrills you all at the same time. You sit down on the couch and move down to slip your heels off but Cameron's voice startles you.

"Leave them on."

His tone is so low he's practically growling and you wouldn't dare disobey. You know what kind of mood he's in and you're almost dripping with anticipation. His eyes flicker full of playfulness and he's challenging you. Wondering if you've caught on. Your mouth curls into a half smirk to let him know you're down for whatever he has planned. His face falls serious again as he takes two steps towards you. He loosens his bowtie and pulls it until it hangs around his neck. His eyes stay locked on yours as he slips off his suit jacket and throws it onto the seat beside you. He places two hands on your bare knees and leans into you. You can feel his warm minty breath showering your face and your lips are aching to kiss him but you don't. You won't - not unless he tells you. He looks you up and down and peeks down your strapless dress. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip and you want to touch him, grab his hair and force his lips on your own.

"Who do you think you are teasing me like that tonight, hmm?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." You gulp. You're lying. He knows you're lying and you know you're going to have to pay for it. He sneers at your attitude and grabs your arms, pulling you up off the couch. He spins you around and hikes up your dress so it's bunched at the waist exposing your bare ass.

"Did you think I didn't notice you weren't wearing panties tonight?"

"No, Daddy." You reply.

He grips both your ass cheeks in his hands and squeezes hard. His mouth is hovering against your cheek and it would only take a small turn of your head to press your lips against his.

"That was very naughty of you." He says in your ear as he reaches an arm around you and begins rubbing your clit. Your head falls back on his shoulder as you let out a quiet moan.

You can't find the words to respond.

"Do you know what happens to naughty girls?" He pulls away hair that has fallen onto your neck and presses his mouth against your ear. With a tone that says chills down your spine he says 'They get spanked.'

Your mind begins to race as he pulls away leaving you unsatisfied.

"Sit down on the couch right now." He demands as he walks over to his suitcase sitting on your shared bed. You sit down again and practically pant waiting for whatever he has next. He pulls out something from his suitcase. It's relatively small and flat and is shaped almost like a stop sign. It looks wooden and has a handle on it. Oh god. He was going to use that on you. You were so deliciously afraid you could hardly stand it. Cameron turns and walks towards you and pats the paddle in his hand several times before he sits down next to you.

"You know what I'm going to do with this right?" He spins it around in his hand and smirks at you.

You nod your head slowly.

"Well then..." He looks down at his lap then back at you.

"Bend over my lap." He pulls your arm and you position yourself so that you're laying, stomach down, over his lap. Your ass is completely exposed to him and he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs it. You moan out in pleasure and pain as he smooths his other hand over your ass.