I purse my lips together and vehemently shake my head.
“The hard way it is then,” he states cryptically.
“What do you mean? You better let me go right now,” I demand with false bravado.
I hear a noise then something hard lands on my bottom.
“Ouch!” I yell, clenching my butt cheeks. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Spanking you.” He delivers another brutal hit. “There are consequences for disobedience.”
“Stop that!” I demand, my eyes watering from the stinging pain. “What are you hitting me with?”
Whatever it is hurts worse than a Brazilian wax.
“Spatula,” he replies nonchalantly, like he has every right to spank me with my own goddamn cooking utensil. “Obey and the punishment stops.”
“That’s for cooking, damn you!”
Beau ignores me and lashes out in quick succession, brutalizing my backside with zealous fervency. Sounds of mydisciplineecho through the kitchen. My body jerks forward with each jarring blow. He’s definitely using the metal spatula because my ass is on fire. I reluctantly give in, stubbornness faltering under his firm hand. I begin tentatively licking my orgasmic juices. My tastebuds flare to life.Sweet and tangy. Not at all what I expected. I moan, eagerly slurping up my feminine elixir.
“Fuck, Sweet Peach,” Beau growls. “Such an obedient little whore,” he proclaims, pushing the handle of the spatula into my yielding warmth. “And obedient whores get rewarded.”
He fondles my breasts, paying extra attention to my rigid nipples while slowly sliding the wooden handle through my wetness in long torturous strokes.
“That pussy crying, Sweet Peach,” he coos. “You like getting fucked with the spatula?” His palm cracks across my inflamed bottom. “Answer.”
“Yes!” I rush out, bucking in pain. “I like getting fucked with the spatula.”
At this rate, I won’t be able to sit down for an entire month.
“Dirty slut. Let’s see how you like getting this tight ass fucked.” Beau positions the handle at my muscular ring and gradually drives it in to the hilt. “Fucking beautiful,” he utters appreciatively, moving the burnished wood faster, stretching my virgin muscles. “Good?”
“Mmm,” I hum, overcome by the unbridled sensations he stirs in me.
He lies on the floor and settles between my spread thighs. “Put it on my face.”
I promptly comply with his bidding, undulating on his mouth in rhythmic movements. He snakes a hand over my thigh and rigorously circles my clit while continuing to bludgeon my rectum. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I squeeze my heavy breasts together and tug my sensitive peaks, wildly swinging my hips to meet his pillaging tongue. Total unrestrained euphoria strikes me with thunderbolt force, and I dissolve into liquid fire, every molecule in my body imploding.
When I regain my senses, Beau is standing in front of me, stroking his thick cock. It’s a masterpiece; long, curved, and covered in swollen, pulsating veins. I lap the desire leaking from his bulbous head. Beau grunts his approval, palming my cheek in a feather-soft caress. Then he pries my jaw open and stuffs himself down my throat. I retch, the unfamiliar intrusion too much for me to handle.
“Don’t struggle,” he murmurs, winding his fingers into my silken mane. “You’ll only make it harder on yourself. Relax.”
He holds me steady and pistons into my mouth, his golden pubic hairs tickling my nostrils with each jolting thrust. I fasten onto his jean-clad thighs and spread my legs wider, bracing myself against his primitive onslaught. I struggle for purchase, my sore knees scraping on the linoleum floor.
“Your throat is sensational, Sweet Peach,” Beau remarks adoringly. “You deserve a special treat.”
Beau slips his cock free with a wet pop and dips it into the sugar. The crystalized sweetener clings to his saliva-drenched length.
“Dick dessert just for you,” he says, pushing his erection past my lips. “The best thing you’ll ever taste.”
And it is. I bob up and down his silk steel, savoring every rigid inch.
“You’re doing amazing,” Beau mutters huskily, his hands fisted at his sides. “Such a good filthy whore.”
I tenderly knead his turgid ball sac and coast my other hand along his cock in tandem with my mouth, my gaze boring into his.
“Fuck.” Beau grasps my head and pummels my tonsils, coming in thick copious spurts down my throat. How is it possible to produce so much semen? “That’s right, drink your protein. Does a whore good.”
