I stop talking at that point. It’s not doing me any favors. He has all the power, all the knowledge, and most all the money. I still have thirty grand. Maybe I’ll use it to hire a private investigator. Not my dumbest idea.
Long, powerful fingers clench in my hair as my head is pulled up.
“I can hear those thoughts,” he purrs softly. I know he can’t possibly mean that literally, but in this moment it really feels like he might. “I know you haven’t truly submitted to me.”
“How am I supposed to submit to you when you’re a stranger who seems to be a heinous criminal?”
So much for keeping quiet. He chuckles and stands up, lifting me with him. I find myself tucked under his arm almost as if I weigh nothing. I have seen people struggle with sacks of potatoes more than this guy has trouble picking me up.
He carries me to the bedroom, where he puts me down on hands and knees and proceeds to strip my clothes off me in that very practical way he has. His palms grip my hips for a long, slow moment before he pulls my underwear all the way down my legs and discards it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, standing over me as I crouch in this animal position. His voice is full of true admiration. I’ve had previous partners who never seemed as impressed with me as this man does. “Look at you. Look at the curve of this sweet ass…” He runs his palm over my still aching cheeks.
“Spanking you is a pleasure,” he growls. “You were absolutely made for it. That might be why you are so infuriating. You know you deserve it.”
I let him say whatever he wants to say, and I let him touch me. My body has responded to the stimulation of the spanking again, from being touched and held and carried around. Whoever this man is, he triggers some intensely base impulses in me.
His big hands take me by the thighs and spread them. I hear the sound of his zipper going down, and there is a moment of anticipation in which I know he is about to fuck me. It feels like time slows almost all the way to a halt as I wait to feel the thick head of his cock pressing inside me again. He doesn’t use protection, because nothing will protect me from him.
It takes longer than I thought it would. He has one hand resting lightly on my hip, keeping me in place but not with a very tight grip. He expects me to stay in place and take my fucking.
“Are you ready?” He growls the question.
“No,” I whimper, though it’s not really true. I am absolutely yearning for him. My arousal has made any sensible concerns about this predicament completely melt away. I’m not thinking anymore. I’m just feeling.
“Naughty little liar,” he says, pleased, as he pushes the head of his cock inside me, following that up with one long stroke that goes deep and hard.
The moan I make as I feel my wet inner walls spread for him betrays me completely. It feels so fucking good. This is the best sex of my life. I have never been this mentally and emotionally engaged in fucking before. In previous relationships it felt like I was being pumped and used and just sort of there for the whole experience like I had to be.
It’s weird that this is sex I’ve barely agreed to, but I want it far more than the sex I was supposed to want. There’s probably something worth examining there once my fucking brain works again. Right now I am being held in place and absolutely railed by an evil bastard who is hunting me for sex.
He reaches under me and starts toying with my clit. “Don’t you dare come,” he says as he does absolutely everything that will make me come all at once. The only thing saving me is that we only just got started, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. I suddenly have a lot of sympathy for guys who come quick because I think I’m going to… oh, fuck…
I clamp my lips together and try not to make a sound as I orgasm, but the shaking of my body and the tight gripping of my spasming pussy gives me away and earns me a whole flurry of sharp slaps.
“So naughty,” he scolds, delighted. “You just can’t behave yourself, can you? I tell you not to come and you automatically orgasm just to defy me?”
He pinches my clit lightly and sinks his cock all the way inside me, holding me there on his cock through the last tremors of my illicit climax.
“I’m going to have to keep punishing you,” he says.
I hear a click from something that he just took out of his pocket. I only have to wonder what it is for a second because I can feel the unmistakable sensation of good quality lube being rubbed into my butthole by an insistent thumb.
“No!” I squeak.
“Yes,” he growls, pushing the tip of his thumb into my ass and sinking it into the first knuckle as he continues fucking me, his other hand gripping the back of my neck and pushing me face down into the pillow.
I am so completely wrapped up in the experience of being fucked and claimed that for a good while I am barely aware of anything besides the fact that I am being used and taken back to the brink of orgasm.
I come.
And I come again.
He uses my ass gently along with my pussy, and I know he’s training me to take his cock and one day I will feel that thick cock in my ass too, and there won’t be anything I can do about that when it happens. I am completely under his control.
I feel myself being flipped over, his thumb leaving my ass as he turns me over on my back and pulls me up against him, my legs over his shoulders as he thrusts deep and hard inside me over and over, spanking my pussy with light little slaps that make my clit tingle.
I am able to look into his eyes and connect with him somehow. It’s a strange feeling, to be so intimate with a complete stranger. I’ve never been one for casual sex, which would be the only other way to be so intimate with someone I don’t know. There’s nothing casual about this, though, or him. His gaze is locked on me as he pumps slowly into me. I know he’s on the verge of coming. I can feel the control he’s exerting over himself not to spill himself inside me right now.
