“I'm sorry Master, I-I couldn't…”
You stumbled over your words, a rueful blush burning across your cheeks, staring up at McCree through thick, wet lashes. You chewed on your bottom lip as you fidgeted, breath catching your throat as McCree gently grabbed your chin, tilting your face up until both of your eyes connected. A shiver rolled down your spine, his smouldering gaze trapping you as a devilish smirk pulled at his lips. His thumb teasingly rubbed at your bottom lip, the smirk growing as your lips wrapped around it. Your thighs squeezed together as you suckled on his thumb, apprehensive relief beginning to trickle in.
“I ain't mad at cha baby doll”, he drawled, his accent thick and sweet as honey. He pulled his thumb back, grasping your chin again and dipping his head down. He pressed a hard kiss against your lips, your knees going weak and core throbbing hungrily once more. The essence of him surrounded you; the sweet smell of his cigarillos mixing with the metallic sharpness of gunpowder and a spiced musk filled your nose as the soft scratch of his beard nipped at your chin and cheeks. Your head swam as he deepened the kiss, one hand moving to the small of your back to steady you before he pulled away. “But ya still gotta be punished angel.”
You groped for words, mouth opening and closing a few times before Jesse chuckled low in his chest, the sound sending fire into your belly. Bargaining would do you no good, Jesse could debate with the best of them. And arguing would only ensure that your well deserved punishment be only that much worse. And so you would acquiesce.
“Good girl”, Jesse hummed, letting go of your chin and patting your head before leading you back towards the bed. “Now you wait right there. Let Daddy get good’n’ready for ya.”
You waited, eyes darting between the floor and your Master, anxious butterflies twisting and dancing inside your stomach, fighting with the heat the throbbed in your core. McCree moved leisurely; adjusting the position of your full length mirror so it sat a few feet away from the bed, smoothing out the blankets the two of you had mussed up earlier. You nibbled on your bottom lip as he took a seat, his bulge obvious as he patted his spread knees adoringly. He lifted his prosthetic arm, motioning for you to come near and offering his hand to you. You took a half step forward, placing your hand in his, squeaking as he pulled you forward and between his legs.
“You remember the rules don'tcha darlin’”, McCree practically hummed, his sienna eyes even darker with lust.
“Yes Master”, you replied softly as he moved his hands to your hips, turning you slowly and placing you over his knee. He was careful, as always, the fabric of his jeans grazing 5 he back of your thighs while a blanket had been placed on his left thigh.
His thighs caged and trapped yours, his palm sliding down your back and down to your ass, massaging the full flesh tenderly. Gasping, you bit the inside of your cheek to silence the moan that begged to tumblr out, focusing your mind on what you should be saying. Releasing a slow breath you whimpered as his fingers teased at your folds before pulling away.
“I count and say thank you…”
“Thank you for what baby doll”, he said, a husky chuckle falling from his lips as his hand began to tap your ass in preparation.
“For punishing me for cumming without permission Master”, you gasped as his hand fell slightly harder against your ass. “For making sure I'm a good girl.”
McCree hand rubbed your ass and upper thighs tenderly before pulling away completely, waiting patiently as you put your arms behind your back. Pinning your wrists with his prosthetic hand, he chuckled lowly as he gave several more warm up smacks before pinching your rear and straightening up.
“Well let's get to countin’ pumpkin.”
