This one is for the
Literotica 2021 Winter Holidays Story Contest
and as always, your votes and comments are much appreciated.
Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen and more than happy with everything that's going on.
PEYTON
Best New Year's party ever!
The girls and I were having a blast. Singing at the top of our lungs, mostly off-key, dancing on my mother's antique table in the middle of the dining room, and shaking the hell out of our booties.
All of us laughed our asses off as we watched Keisha trying to get her drink to her mouth. Obviously not having much success. We all giggled, watching it dribble down over her chin and soak through her red silk slip dress, plastering it to her body like a second skin.
Okay, so it looks like we might have had a few too many. But tonight, was a night to celebrate. As well as a night to try and forget. Keisha and I were both flying solo since we'd broken up with our boyfriends. So, who could blame us for partying like it was 1999.
Even the guys were singing along and rockin' to Gloria Gaynor's anthem,
I Will Survive.
Until I gasped and I let out a squeal, as it suddenly occurred to me that I should have ditched my six-inch heels before I got up on the table, when I twisted my ankle and felt myself falling.
Thankfully someone caught me, when I landed hard in the arms of something as big and solid as a tree trunk. Wrapping my arms tight around his neck, I looked into his deep brown eyes, and could tell he wasn't the least bit amused, and actually looked a little annoyed.
He might be big and brawny and sort of handsome if you were into cavemen, but Dash was such a kill joy. If he wasn't my brother's best friend, I don't know if I'd have anything to do with him.
"I think you've had enough," he said in a deep rumble as he turned on his heel and started carrying me down the hallway and up the stairs towards my bedroom.
"Says who?" I tried to wiggle free, but he hung on tight. No freaking way was I leaving my own party, just because this big brute decided to ruin everything, show up and tell me it was time for bed.
"Says, me. I think you've had enough fun for one night." He cocked an eyebrow glaring me down, daring me to disagree. "Your brother asked me to drop in and see how things were going. And you're just lucky I walked in when I did, or you might have broken your pretty little neck falling off that table. How much have you had to drink tonight, Peyton?"
I wrinkled my nose wondering what business it was of his as I shrugged and told him, "I had a few shots."
He chuckled, though he didn't seem to think it was funny, that I'd had a little too much to drink. "I'd say you've had a helluva lot more than a few. So, I think it's time you called it a night, Princess."
I was so shocked, my mouth fell open. The nerve of the guy, trying to tell me what to do in my own house. "You can't tell me what to do," I blurted, not really caring what he thought.
His grin was positively feral as he lowered his voice, leaned in and whispered against my lips, "You ever been spanked?"
Staring into the heat in his eyes, I swallowed hard and shook my head, knowing he'd be the type to do it, too.
One thing about Dash, he always followed through when he said he was going to do something. Which normally was a good thing, like the times he'd been kind enough to offer to pick me up from school when it was snowing. But not so much now when he was threatening to tan my ass.
Crazy thing was, I realized I was equally annoyed at the idea of him thinking he could man handle me, as I was turned on. Already imaging him sitting on the edge of my bed with me bent over his thickly muscled thighs, sliding my dress up over my back, and tugging my panties down, till he was smiling down at my bare ass ready to swat it.
I could actually feel my chest heaving as my sex nearly flooded, thinking how hot it would be to have him sliding his big, strong hand over my bare backside, giving me a little message before he lifted his hand and gave me a smack. And if I was lucky, he'd slip a finger into me while he was at it.
Though I knew I shouldn't be getting excited, considering I didn't even like him, he was so bossy. And yet, maybe because he was such a control freak, I had a pretty strong feeling he'd be dynamite in bed.
One thing I knew for sure, he was well hung. I'd seen him in a bathing suit, and I remembered my eyes almost bugging out of my head, when I realized he was big all over. Really big, from what I could tell from the huge bulge he was rocking in his board shorts.
Forcing aside the kinky thoughts filling my head, I wasn't above begging, if it meant I got to stay at my party. I looked into his eyes, pleadingly. "Dash, I promise I won't have any more to drink, okay? And no more dancing on the furniture."
"Yeah, I can just imagine how pissed your mother would be if she caught you messing up her precious Duncan Phyfe dining table."
I gave him an eyeroll, because we both knew my mother didn't give a shit what I did, as long as I stayed in school and out of her hair.
And I told him so, too. "
If
she ever gets back from Europe, probably just for a touch up with her plastic surgeon, I doubt she'll give a damn what's happened around the house while she's been gone, because she's never cared before."
Dash stopped in the doorway of my room, and I instantly averted my gaze, hating the pity I could see in his eyes.
Everyone knew I was a mistake, and my parents only had me to try and save their marriage. Though they were basically done with each other before I came along. And when they accepted defeat and went their separate ways, neither of them was all that interested in getting overly involved with the kid they'd left behind.
Though there was never any love, but always plenty of money, with both of them coming from uber wealthy backgrounds, I was sent to loads of fancy boarding schools almost from the time I could walk.
Now I was going to an Ivy League college, so I could graduate and go off and lead a life of my own. Undoubtedly, so they could wash their hands of me for good, feeling like they'd done their duty.
Hating to see me abandoned, my older brother and sister stepped up and tried their best to take a hand in raising me.