Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 52: Tina Called Me a Prize (R18)
The sleek black SUV purred to a stop on the gravel drive of Tina’s opulent mansion, the engine’s low hum fading into the soft birdsong from the surrounding woods.
Golden sunset light bathed the estate in warm, honeyed hues—ivory columns soaring three stories high, manicured lawns rolling endlessly to a private lake that shimmered like liquid gold, and floor-to-ceiling glass walls promising untold luxury within.
My ass still throbbed from the office spanking, a constant, delicious reminder pulsing with every shift in the supple leather seat.
Tina’s hand had rested possessively on my thigh the entire drive, her fingers inching higher with every red light, thumb tracing lazy circles that made my core clench. Her bulge was evident even through her tailored slacks, a teasing promise of what awaited.
Barely parked, she killed the ignition with a decisive twist and rounded the car in full predator mode, her long strides eating up the distance.
"Out you come, sweetpea," she growled low, yanking my door open and scooping me into her arms bridal-style before I could even unbuckle.
I squealed in surprise, my legs kicking playfully in the air as she strode through the grand foyer—polished marble echoing our steps, the massive crystal chandelier above tinkling like wind chimes in a breeze. The air was scented with fresh lilies from a foyer vase, mingling with Tina’s signature jasmine perfume.
"Tina! Put me down—I can walk just fine! Please put me down!" I laughed, pounding her chest lightly with my fists, feeling the solid muscle beneath her blouse.
"Not a chance. Punished girls get carried home like prizes," she replied, her grin wicked and unyielding, eyes darkening with raw promise as she took the sweeping marble staircase two steps at a time.
I scowled, "You have already punished me, Tina."
"Well, I need you to punish more."
"And I am not a prize." I gave a pout, thrashing my legs.
"You are my prize, my little girlfriend."
We passed abstract sculptures in polished steel and scented diffusers releasing hints of sandalwood, heading straight for the master suite at the end of the hall. The double doors swung wide on silent hinges, revealing paradise—a bed draped in midnight-black Egyptian cotton sheets that begged to be rumpled, a tufted velvet headboard in deep burgundy, a mirrored ceiling reflecting our dishevelled forms from every angle, and French doors leading to a balcony overlooking the tranquil lake.
"You have prepared for this, haven’t you?"
"Of course, sweetpea. Your girlfriend is very meticulous in these types of things."
"Oh? Have you ever brought any girl except me?"
"Yes, I have."
I glared at her. "Who?!"
"Me, of course~"
"You!"
The room smelled of clean linens and faint lavender from the diffuser on the nightstand.
With a playful, controlled growl, she threw me onto the bed—the mattress dipping deeply under my weight, my body bouncing once with a soft whump, ass cheeks flaring with a fresh wave of sting from the earlier office spanks.
The burn radiated outward, hot and insistent, making my pussy clench involuntarily, slickness gathering between my thighs. Tina prowled forward like a panther on the hunt, shrugging off her blazer and kicking off her heels with sharp clacks against the hardwood.
She crawled over me slowly, knees bracketing my hips, strong hands planting firmly beside my head to cage me in. Her breath was hot on my face; eyes locked on mine with predatory intensity.
"God, I’ve missed this—having you all to myself," she breathed, her voice a husky rasp.
"Missed me? Just a few hours ago, you fucked my brains out."
"Just keep quiet, okay?"
She crashed down without warning, claiming my lips in a suffocating kiss that stole the air from my lungs. Her mouth was demanding, lips bruising mine with fervent pressure, tongue thrusting deep to conquer every inch—coiling around mine in slick, hungry spirals, sucking greedily, exploring the sensitive roof, the undersides, even nipping at my teeth with just enough edge to spark electricity.
Her hands roamed like wildfire across my body: sliding under my sage green blouse to knead the full weight of my breasts, thumbs circling nipples until they pebbled into diamond-hard peaks; trailing fire down my sides, squeezing my hips possessively; finally cupping my spanked ass cheeks, fingers digging into the tender, heated flesh with deliberate pressure.
The sting reignited like embers fanned to flame, morphing into molten arousal that pooled hot and wet at my core.
I gasped sharply into her mouth, breathless and dizzy, lungs burning with sweet deprivation as she devoured me relentlessly. When she finally surfaced for a fraction of a second, I managed a husky plea.
"Be gentle... please, Tina. My ass still hurts from earlier."
Her laugh was low and dark, vibrating against my skin as she nipped my jawline, grinding her hardening bulge directly against my aching heat through the layers of fabric—hard, insistent, the friction sending jolts straight to my clit.
"Gentle? After you teased me all day in the office, wiggling that sore little ass on my lap? Dream on, sweetpea. You’re mine to handle now."
Her fingers made quick, expert work of my buttons, the sage blouse falling open like petals to bare my lace bra, nipples straining visibly against the sheer fabric.
"Look at these beauties—perfect handfuls, begging for my mouth," she murmured appreciatively, yanking the cups down roughly with both hands.
Her mouth latched onto one nipple—sucking hard with wet, obscene slurps, teeth grazing the sensitive bud just enough to teeter on pain, tongue flicking relentlessly in tight circles while her fingers pinched and rolled the other to matching hardness.
Moans spilled freely from my lips, unbidden and desperate; the persistent sting from my spanked ass blended seamlessly with the pleasure, every throb echoing deep between my thighs like a second heartbeat.
"Tina... oh god, please," I whimpered, back arching off the sheets, hands fisting the silky cotton as waves of heat built low in my belly.
"Please what, baby? This?" She delivered a light spank to my inner thigh—crack—the sharp sound echoing in the room, skin pinkening instantly under her palm. Then she soothed it with open-mouthed kisses, lips trailing a scorching path down my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel teasingly.
Her hands hooked into my waistband, unzipping the charcoal pants with agonizing slowness, dragging them down along with my soaked panties in one smooth motion. Cool bedroom air kissed my slick, exposed folds; she spread my legs wide with firm hands on my knees, her breath ghosting hot over my clit, making me twitch.
