The Flyer

CHAPTER 37: Come Here & Count

CHAPTER 37: Come Here & Count

Wendy's POV

I blush at his obvious bluntness.

"Come on, doll," He holds up his index finger motioning for me to go to him.

"I- It's okay!" I smile innocently.

"You can leave your underwear on." I look at him curiously. Was it that obvious that I was afraid to be naked with him? "Join me, please?"

"But I only have these with me. If I get them wet-"

"If you get them wet, you can borrow my boxers, now get in here, doll."

It took me a while, but finally, I stood in just my underwear.

"Oh, God... Look at you," Kyle bites his lip as he looks me over. His eyes darken and his voice gets deep, "Come here."

He sounds demanding again and I hesitantly walk over to him. I take a moment to feel the water, its warmth. Then I walk closer to Kyle who presses my back against his chest and sweeps his hands along my stomach. His fingers slip past the waistband of my underwear and I gasp, trying to pull away.

"I'm not going to touch you there if you don't want me to, I can promise you that," he murmurs, "I just want to tease myself."

What the fuck?

"Tease yourself," I ask, "Why?"

His fingers rub small circles just barely below the waistband. "I like it. Gets me going." I was willing to bet anything that he was smirking.

His fingers went lower, but never beyond, and suddenly, I felt the weirdest sensation between my legs. My whole body froze.

Oh my God! What was happening?!

"Look who suddenly got tense," his fingers stop making circles, and his hand stills on one spot as his thumb rubs along part of my stomach. His other hand goes to one of my breasts and he laughs softly. "And your nipples are hard. Do you like being teased, baby?"

He begins to rub his thumb quickly against my stomach and I gasp as the sensation between my legs intensifies. "K-Kyle!"

He sucks in a breath and gropes my breast more tightly. "Fuck, I want to touch you so badly," his thumb stops moving and just stays resting in place, then he quickly adds "I won't touch you there, I promised, remember?"

I was thankful for that and yet, his obvious want was getting me all hot and bothered and I didn't know how to feel about it. What was going on with me?

I pull away from him and when I turned to face him, he gives me a puzzled look. I grab his hands and place them behind me. He leans down to kiss me and I begin to think that he didn't get the message, but then his fingers rub around my ass. It felt nice, actually. His tongue was in my mouth now and our bodies were pressed closer together. He groaned again and does something so completely unexpected.

He spanks me.

I pull away from the kiss and look at him, startled. I feel as my face flushes, and not just because he spanked me, but because we made eye contact the whole time.

"You remember when I was telling you about kinks and we briefly went over spanking?" I nod quickly. "Well?"

Well, what?

"Do you like it?"

My lips part and I'm at a loss for words.

Kyle rubs over where he'd spanked me and then kisses my lips gently. He pulls back and smiles. "I want you to count them."

"Wh-what?"

His hand smacks my ass without warning. "Count," he orders.

"One!" I whisper.

He does it again and again.

A few more slaps later and the feeling between my legs was back.

"What number, baby?"

"S-seven!" My voice came out as a strangled moan and my eyes widen and I feel as my face heats up tremendously. I peek up at Kyle and I'm surprised to see he was looking down at me with a similarly flustered face.

He averts his eyes from mine and just presses me closer to him. So much so that I can't see him. His fingers rub gently on where he'd spanked. Since the side of my head is on his chest, I listen to the beat of his heart.

It's fast and loud.

One of his hands goes to my hair and his fingers move along gently; it's soothing. But then he stops. He pulls away from me and turns off the water.

"Wait here." His voice sounds slightly stern. He walks out of the shower and exits the bathroom.

I twist my hair to get rid of excess water and then just wait. I start to become uncomfortable, but also starting to come more to terms with the fact that I'm basically naked and alone with Kyle.

He comes back into the bathroom and he has jeans on. He's holding a towel and he gently pats it on my face. Once my face is dry he moves on to my hair. Then to my arms and chest and stomach. He drapes the towel over my shoulders and suddenly lifts me up and carries me in his arms out of the shower and out of the bathroom.

I feel myself smile and I snuggle on him. I hear him chuckle softly.