He grinned down at her - not kindly, but possessively. Now that she was in his lap, he loomed over her small frame, large hands trailing down her hips to the edge of her skirt, hitching it up further. They were outright facing the road - even if barely anybody drove up this way, somebody still could. And it wasn't that far from the edge of his home to the road.

"And you weren't?" He asked, cigarette smoke blowing directly past her face. "Liar. No way you weren't at least feeling it. I had you screaming so loud, half the guys were complaining about it keeping them up."

That was an exaggeration - but she didn't need to know that. He wanted more of that undignified stammering, after all, wanted to see her drop her guard. She was tiny, and young. What wasn't there to like about getting her all embarrassed?

"Dishonest little girls get punished, you know."