I bought the dilapidated property fifteen years ago for a steal, and completely remodelled the whole property, which sits on a prime pieceof real estate on the coastal road. The best part, though, is the ocean I back onto; the surfing is unreal and my favorite start to my day.
I’m walking into the house, running a towel over my hair with another around my waist as the doorbell rings, my heart skips a beat.
She’s here.
No one else would be ringing my bell at this time of the morning.
I open the door to find her standing there in a trench coat and heels. I grab her — bag and all — and pull her into the house, slamming the door behind her and pushing her up against it. Caging her in with my body, I devour her, my tongue thrusting against hers, taking everything she’ll give me.
“I missed you,” I breathe, my mouth taking hers again, with a kiss that’s hard and demanding.
“Where should I hang my coat?” she asks as she pulls out of my arms.
“Drop it on the fucking floor for all I care,” I say reaching for her again.
“Patience.” She laughs as she dodges my grip and walks over to the closet where the coats go. Her back is turned to me, something I’m grateful for when her coat comes off. I’m quite sure my jaw has hit the floor; my innocent baby girl is standing in front of me in nothing but the sexiest set of red underwear I’ve ever seen.
She slowly turns on her fuck me heels and smiles a smile that is anything but innocent. My head drops back between my shoulders and I let out the loudest groan.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I mutter. My head snaps forward again, my eyes focus on her and I lunge. She squeals and darts away from me — or at least, she tries, but she’s not quick enough. I grab her by the waist, lift her up and over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom, giving her ass a good slap while she’s there.
“You want to play games, baby girl?”
“Hmm, yes, Mr Burke,” she practically purrs.
Fuck me.
“You remember what I said I’d do the next time you called me that?”
“Fuck me hard and deep.”
“That’s right, I’m going to destroy this cunt.” I walk through the door of my master suite and sit down on the bed, pulling her from my shoulder and down to rest across my lap, her beautiful ass on display for me. “What do you think I do to naughty girls?”
“Punish them,” she moans.
“That’s right, I do. And you’ve been a very naughty girl. What do you think a suitable punishment would be?” I ask as my hand strokes over the delectable globes of her ass cheeks.
“Fucking me hard.”
“Oh, baby girl. That’s what youwant, that wouldn’t be a punishment at all.” I pause, letting my words sit with her. “No,” I continue, “I think a spanking followed by denial will do just fine.”
“Denial?” she gasps.
“Mmhmm,” I hum. “No orgasms for you. Not yet anyway.”
“Reed, no, ple-” she starts, but I interrupt her.
“No. That’s your punishment. Argue with me and I’ll take you here instead.” I pull her thong to the side and run my finger over her puckered hole, her ass cheeks clench, trying to deny my finger access. “I’ll be taking you here, regardless, but it’ll be much more enjoyable if it’s not part of your punishment.”
It’s an empty threat, there is no way I’d take her anal virginity as part of her punishment — will I be taking it? Hell yes, and more than likely this weekend — but we’ll work up to her taking my cock in that untouched hole.
“Reed,” she whimpers.
I can smell her arousal, it’s a scent my body is attuned to, something it craves. She’s turned on. The thought of me fucking her ass has her cunt practically dripping.
I toy with her a little more, my pointer finger dipping in and out of her ass, breaching it no further than the tip of my finger. But it’s enough to give her a taste of the pleasure I can bring her.
“Now, how many spanks do we think are appropriate?”
