“Get out.” Her eyes burn with anger and the heat she claims is only her body’s reaction.
This is where she thinks I’ll let her bargain or cajole. Not a chance in hell is that happening.
“You getting what you wanted ended when you betrayed my trust. Eat or get your ass spanked.” Shaking my head. “Being childish ain’t going the way you think it is.”
The squirming then pulling her thighs closed, she scoffs. “Loser.”
The bed squeaks under the pressure of my added bulk as I sit, dragging her over my thigh, pinning her in place, ass up. Ripping the lounge pants down and off I toss them on the floor.
“Done talking.” Smacking her ass, I exact punishment with cool detachment as she screams, calling me every motherfucking-loser-ass-bitch on the planet.
Squirming, screaming and cussing do not deter me though. Watching as the soft brown skin warms to burnt umber, I struggle to quell my reaction. As much as the sight of her juicy ass jiggling after it absorbs her well-deserved punishment fascinates me, I refuse to be distracted. She’ll learn that defying me will get her ass spanked every time.
Eventually, her angry shouts give way to whimpers and broken sobs.
“S-snake—” she whines.
I’m soothing the hurt. I rub the plumpest, thickest part of her bottom.
I notice the area between her legs is slick with need for me. Gripping one globe, I squeeze and massage. Her flesh beneath my fingers is soft, giving just enough to allow me the ease the pain and drive my point home.
“H-Hadrián—” a soft moan escapes. I squeeze harder, making her gasp.
“Shh.” I soothe the skin that is blossoming with a deeper umber tinge. She won’t sit comfortably for days.
“You want to defy me at every turn. This is what happens, ti dezód. You know I don’t fucking play when it comes to you.” She shudders beneath my touch. My fingers touch slickness that’s escaped to the crease of her ass.
“You get off of this. Let me up.” She hisses, pressing her thighs closed in an effort to hide the evidence from me.
“Aye, why you hiding, mi pequeño tormento? You think I can’t see how wet you are for me?” I huff out a laugh, spreading her cheeks apart to see her hard clit poking through her fat, juicy lips.
“Gotdamn,” groaning, I run my fingers through from the split of her pussy up through the seam of her ass.
She squirms. “Stop.”
“Nah, she doesn’t want me to.” Pressing the point literally home by pressing my finger between her lips, I gently stroke her clit. Dancing it on the pad of my finger, I take malicious joy in making her body seek my touch.
Stroking the lips and clit, I slowly torture my little captive, loving her struggle, loving the way she tries so hard not to break.
“See, my little torment? See how my sweet little pussy weeps for me. She’s not a liar. I know she was mad as fuck you left before I could split her open.”
“Get out of here with that bullshit. You fuck like you’re scared of pussy.” She says with a wrathful laugh.
Flipping her over, I toss her little ass over my shoulder. Stopping her bouncing, I press her shoulders down into the mattress.
“Oh, yeah?” Shaking my head, I take in the dip of her spine before her hips flare out, loving the way she bears my marks.
Her waist dips in a little too much for my liking. I’ll make her eat from my hand later, but now I’ve decided to have my snack first.
Reaching down, I tug the sleep shirt over her head.
I’m almost tempted to turn her over, but knowing Saban like I do, she’ll try some dumb shit that will make me have to spank her ass again. Not that I would have a problem, but my plan right now is to taste her.
“Head down, girl.” My hand on her back gives her no recourse but to obey. Crowding over her body. I bend over her, my body covering every part of her, pressing her into the mattress.
“Let’s see just how scared I am to fuck you,” I growl, inhaling the delicious mix of vanilla-rose and the sweet, mysterious essence that belongs to her alone.
Sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. I mark her in the most primal way. Sucking her succulent flesh, I revel in her flesh.
