I cross the distance between us, pick her up and toss her on the bed. She tries to leap up, but I’m there before she gets a chance. I pin her wrists down and cover part of her body with mine.
She struggles, but I hold her in place easily.
“How are you any different than them?” she demands.
“I’m different because I’ll hold on tighter than either of them ever did.” I move my hands to her dress and tear it.
She curses and slaps my arm. “I don’t have many clothes here!”
I jerk the clasp of her bra and it pops open, revealing her breasts. I reach underneath her ass, grab the lace, and pull her underwear down until it’s around her thighs.
She closes her eyes, bright spots of embarrassed color painting her cheeks. I sit up and pull her over my lap, her pretty heart-shaped ass beckoning my hand to teach her a lesson on what it means to belong to someone like me.
I bring my palm down several times quickly until her ass is hot and bright. She kicks her legs and digs her fingernails into my calf.
“Sasha, come on,” she begs breathlessly.
I stop the spanking and rest my hand on her flaming flesh. “You need to understand some things,” I say, squeezing her and then resuming the firm spanking.
Her skin is silky soft under my callused palm. She kicks her legs and squirms.
“Don’t! It hurts.” Her voice breaks, betraying her tears.
“Raise your ass.”
“Sasha!” she sputters indignantly.
“That’s not what you call me during this.” Her defiance whets my animal appetites. I slap the backs of her thighs, and she shrieks at the sting. I pinch each red cheek. “Raise your ass, little girl.”
She huffs out a breath, hesitantly pushing her ass into the air.
“Good.” I lay down slow, strong blows until she presses her naked body against my muscled thighs and whimpers.Good, I think again. Every time I break down her resistance, the connection between us gets stronger.
“I’m making you my prisoner again.”
“For how long?” she asks, shivering.
I ease my grip and rub her ass slowly, letting the heat soak into my palm. I dip my fingers between her pouting lower lips. My cock’s already stone hard, but it jerks at the arousal that coats my fingers.
My breath catches, my heartbeat thudding with the lust in my chest. My balls ache with a hunger that I only feel for her.
I coat my finger in her need and then draw it back to her little rose. She stiffens when I push my fingertip into her tiny asshole.
“Sir—” she gasps, trying to escape.
“Lie still,” I say, my voice husky. I move my free hand underneath her, stroking her clit while I explore her ass. Her tight nipples make my teeth ache to bite them.
Her strangled moan is followed by a slow twisting of her hips. I sink my thick finger deeper into her and she gives up on resistance, easing her legs apart to let me take what I want, while bringing her off.
“For a while it’s going to be regular spankings. You’ll be naked over my lap, Raven, and sore afterward, so you remember who’s in charge.”
When she starts to pump her hips, I pull my hands free. Her little sob of frustration tugs at me.
“Stack up the pillows and lie over them, so they’re under your hips.”
She crawls over the bed, obeying me, so her pink ass is raised in offering, the damp petals of her sex beckoning me inside.
I raise up, rubbing my cock between her lower lips. She pushes back impatiently.
