My touch carries all of the frustrations from these past few days. At being kept out of whatever secret is making my girl suffer. At being forced into caring. The world’s gone upside down, but I’m making it right again. Reminding her who owns her.
I flip her around at last and press warm lips to her. She sags into me, and I lift her up, pinning her against the wall of the shower. I press myself to her, my cock harder than ever, and it takesevery inch of determination I have to refrain from entering her.
Instead, I grind against her, my cock rubbing against her glistening folds, and soon she’s moaning, her head thrown back, her lips parted.
I trap her lower lip between my teeth, sucking on it, as I speed up my rhythm. I can’t believe I’m about to come from dry humping, but she makes me as horny as a tenth grader. Just as she begins to spasm, waves of sensation ripping through her body, I coat her stomach with my own orgasm. I fold her to me again, kissing her deeply, the hot water cleaning us both off.
Then I turn off the shower, wrap a thick towel around her, and carry her to bed.
I dry her off completely and lay her down on her back, removing the towel from her. Then I quickly get dressed again, but leave her unclothed on the bed, turned on by her helpless nakedness.
I take a step back to marvel at her perfect body. My sweet captive. There’s something thrilling about the thought that she’s mine to do whatever I want with. I barely know where to start.
But apparently, she does. She mumbles something under her breath.
I lie down on top of her and kiss her softly. “Yes?”
She turns a deep red and looks away.
“What is it?” I insist.
She looks up, batting those long eyelashes at me, and my cock grows painfully hard again.
“I want you to hurt me,” she whispers.
I can’t help the chuckle of surprise that escapes my lips. But though she’s still blushing, she keeps her eyes locked on mine.
“Little masochist,” I smirk, bending down to kiss her again. “Turn over.”
She does so immediately, her breath coming in quick, nervous bursts.
I slide my hand down her back and over her bottom, admiring its perfect shape. I dig my fingers into her flesh, leaving little red marks. Then I lift a hand up and bring it down in a resounding smack.
Her body flinches and she yelps with startled pain, one of her hands going backward to protect her ass.
I grab her hair and yank her head back. “Take it like a good girl.”
Between her slightly parted legs, I see her pussy glisten with arousal. Smiling, I keep smacking her until her bottom has turned a light pink, and she’s wriggling with… well, not exactly pain. More like pleasure.
“So you like being hurt, do you, pet?” I growl in her ear.
“Yes, sir,” she breathes.
“Good girl. Now keep still. I’m not finished with you.”
She moans as I drag my fingers over her bottom, rubbing the sting out of her cheeks. Then I nudge her thighs apart, admiring the little puckered hole hidden between her cheeks.
I gave my pet her first orgasm. And now she’s going to experience another first at my hands. Balconies and memorable occasions be damned. I’m way too horny to wait.
My cock is swollen as I slip a finger once more in her folds. I know by her light quivering that she’s expecting me to remain there. She has no idea what’s coming.
I inch my way up to her bottom and part her cheeks with two fingers. The third one, still coated with her arousal, rubs over her back entrance, far more insistently than before.
She squeals in surprise, and I snort. She’s really too cute.
“You said you wanted me to hurt you, my pet, didn’t you?” I ask, and she nods, her eyes wide.
I press my finger to her hole, coated in her wetness, and she starts to wriggle again. I haven’t even entered her, and she’s writhing beneath me, part embarrassed discomfort, part nervous anticipation. She flies a hand up, though she doesn’t try to stop me. It’s more like she wants to know what I’m planning.
