I slap him across the face. Hard. He jerks his head up in obvious surprise. “What?”
Tossing the vibrator to the ground with the checkbook and the sweatshirt, I press my finger to his chest and poke him several times. “I saidI’min charge of your first orgasm. Do not test me, Humblecut. I won’t hesitate to leave you hanging.” I look down at his cock, which is seemingly defying gravity. “More like I’ll leave you standing at attention.”
He sighs as he stares shamelessly at my chest. “I think I could come from sucking on your tits right now. I love your tits. I dream of your tits. I jerk off to your tits. I?—”
I reach up and clamp my hand over his mouth. “Stop talking. Get naked and place your hands on the wall. I’ll be back in a moment. Blink twice if you agree, and we can get started on rectifying this whole situation for you.” And for me.
He blinks twice, and I smile in satisfaction before removing my hand and walking out of the room. I hear him yell, “No need for sexy lingerie. I’m already turned on, and I prefer you naked anyway.”
Fucking idiot. He has no idea what he’s in store for.
As I gather a few items, I yell into my living room, “You better be naked with your hands flat on the wall. Spread your legs and stick out your ass while you’re at it.”
“I’m ready. I swear. Please come back,” he yells out pathetically in return.
I inwardly laugh at his desperation as I remove my shorts and remnants of my tank top and return to the living room in all my naked glory.
His head turns, and his eyes initially drink in my body until he catches sight of what’s in my hands. Those once-lust-filled eyes widen in fear. “W…why do you need a spatula and a bottle of lube?”
“I’m in charge,” I bark at him with authority. “Face forward and shut your mouth. Come will be pouring out of you in mere minutes. That’s all you need to know.”
He smiles as he turns his face toward the wall. “Yes, ma’am.”
I walk over to him and rub his ass cheeks with my hands. He has a great ass. Some men have that flat, pancake ass where you think their pants might fall down with a minor tug. Not Daylen. His ass is big, muscular, and smooth. It always fills out his pants nicely.
I lift my arm and then bring my hand down, smacking his right cheek with the spatula.
He releases a little yelp but otherwise remains quiet.
I do it again, this time a little harder. I have to admit, seeing red marks take shape on his ass is making me drip with anticipation.
This time, I do it with a lot of force. “Ow. Fuck. That hurt,” he complains. “I don’t think I can come from this.”
I shake in laughter, trying to keep quiet so he doesn’t realize I’m laughing.
One more time. I bring my arm back and,smack. I come down as hard as I can, and the sound reverberates throughout the room.
“Ahh,” he screams.
I bend down and kiss his now reddened ass, taking a few small bites along the way. I even give a little lick up his crack, causing him to jerk forward a bit in surprise.
Standing back upright, I grab for the lube and squirt some onto my index and middle fingers, coating them completely.
He’s got panic in his voice when he questions, “Oh god, what are you about to do, you psycho bitch?”
I can’t help but release a small giggle as I say, “Just let Dr. Kennedy work her magic.” I grab his hip with one hand and then take my two fingers and rub them around his back entrance.
He sucks in a breath. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
“Have you done any ass play before, Daylen?”
“Not onmyass.”
“Hmm. Then allow me to rock your world.”
“Wait,” he exclaims. “A crazy bitch once shoved a remote control up there. Does that count?”
I smile at the New Year’s memory before instructing him to relax. I slowly insert my two fingers into him. He jerks forward a drop, but he impressively doesn’t otherwise complain.
