“Where did you go?”Keep asking stupid questions, Lana, even though you know the answers.
“Is my little hummingbird worried about where I went?” If I’m right, M is flirting with me. I shake my head. He crosses his arms and scrunches his eyebrows.
“I thought that I stated that I don’t like liars.” I nod. “And what do I do with liars?”
“You punish them.” He stalks over to me as little droplets of water are falling onto his forehead from his wet hair. M comes to my side of the bed and is just standing here. No movement. No words. Nothing.
“Listen—” My sentence doesn’t need to be finished since M picks me up like a rag doll and throws me over his shoulder, the sheets falling off. He sits down on the edge of the bed and puts me over his knees with my ass up.
Fuck.
“Your ass is all perked up for me. Ready to be spanked.” I don’t say anything as he delivers his first spank. It’s like a sting, but I welcome the pain. And anticipate on.
“Take it, little hummingbird.” He uses my nickname whenever he wants to discipline or fuck me. I guess it’s the first option this time.
“Why are you so—”Spank. “Quiet.”Spank.
“I don’t want to, fuck, say!” I don’t want to admit that I fucking like it. He traces a finger down the entirety of my back. A shudder follows.
“You dirty fucking woman, you like this. Who am I to take this pleasure away from you?” It's morning, and it’s cold, but right now I don’t feel the cold, I only feel the warmth of his palm. He started spanking the tops of my lower back, but now he is spanking me at the fleshy center.
“Oh my God!”
“Wrong, Lana,” he says in a dangerously low tone. “Only me.” He flips me over, grabs my hands, and pulls me upward so I’m sitting up. He holds the back of my head and pushes my legs off him, so they are almost touching the ground.
“Now you are going to suck my cock like a good little girl.” His voice doesn’t leave room for negotiation, and I bite my lip. I like being handled like this, letting go of some of the control I usually hold on to. And I’m afraid only he can give me that.
“Get down on your knees, little hummingbird.” I hold his gaze as I move toward the floor, and once my knees make contact with the hard surface, I get down to business.
Literally.
I look at his sweatpants when he pulls on my hair again and makes me look at him.
“You still haven’t learned your lesson. Look me straight in the eye while you take off my sweatpants.” I blink fast and swallow. Keeping my eyes on this crazy fucking man. With both hands, I grab the sides of his sweatpants and pull them down.
“You are not wearing any briefs,” I say to him. He lets go of my hair and places his thumb on my lips.
“Because I knew I was going to fuck you, hard. The briefs were an obstacle I didn’t need.” The expression in his eyes is something like of a predator daring his prey to strike first.
“Permission to look at your big dick while I suck you off?” I ask him.
“Permission granted, pet.” He isn’t messing around; he wants me to get to work. So I do. I grab his dick with my left hand and lift it, and I start by gently massaging his balls with my tongue. I need to make him lose his mind.
“Fuck, Lana, you are a force.” His praise is like music to my ears. M balances himself by placing his hand on either side of his hips, and I put my hands underneath his ass cheeks. My tongue is nice and wet, and he is jerking a little bit.
Good.
Once I’m satisfied with pleasuring him, I look at his dick, and my mouth is filling up with saliva. All I see is him, everything else is a blur. His wants and needs to be studied, and I’m eager to learn.
Now I grab his dick tight with my left hand, and I spit on it and start massaging my spit all over his enormous cock. My lips are now close to his shaft, and I need to have a little taste. I lick the underside of the tip of his cock and flick it upward and downward.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” I don’t let him finish his sentence because I blow on the little patch I made wet with my tongue. M coughs and is audibly gasping.
“Just like that, baby. Don’t stop with what you are doing,” he orders. I am now licking the top of his cock while moving my hand upward and downward in slow strokes. The anticipation for what’s to come is making me wet.
“Never,” I promise him, and I mean it, which makes my head spin, but him first. I lick every side of his dick, and then I take his tip into my mouth, and I suck on it to increase pressure. M's hands are in my hair again, he pushes his cock into my mouth, and grabs both of my hands. He then raises my arms above my head.
“You are not going to dictate how this is going to go. Get to work, pet.” His voice is making me feel alive and forget everything. I can’t see straight as his long and thick dick is filling up my entire mouth. It hits the back of my throat, and I fucking hate that I can’t touch him.
