“And then I’m going to fuck you, Louise.”
“Please,” I whine, shifting my hips as he draws his fingers back up the back of my thigh and over my ass cheek again. I’m aching, so wet, so ready to be filled up. “Please, Zach.”
“Tell me you know what’s going to happen.”
“You’re going to spank me.”
“And why is that, Louise?” he breathes against my cheek, his palm drawing circles against my backside. He’s teasing that spot between my thighs, just close enough to barely touch. He groans ferally before drawing one knuckle against my slit. “You’re already so wet, baby. Why are you going to be punished?”
“Because I said I like your brothers’ slutty little glasses—”
The sharp crack of his palm against the fleshy part of my ass startles me and I gasp out a cry of shock and pain. The trembling intensifies. Oh fuckkk.
His palm smooths over the hurt, fingers kneading gently. I suck in a deep breath at the sting. “Good girl, breathe for me. Why else, Louise?”
Biting my lip, I squeeze my eyes shut. This shouldn’t be so fucking hot. I’m aching, a panting mess. “Because I don’t listen to what I’m told.”
I’m prepared this time when his palm lands sharply on my other ass cheek, but the sting is still sharp enough to burn. My fingers tighten into fists against my back as he soothes the hurt the same as the first.
“Oh fuck, you’re doing so good.”
The whispered praise sends my heart to tripping inside my chest.
His fingers trail between my thighs and I whimper into the bedspread beneath my cheek. One finger slides inside and he groans from above me.
“Goddamn you’re so fucking wet. You like this just as much as I do, don’t you, Princess?”
“Please, Zach—” I moan, circling my hips against his hand. Turning my head, I bury my face in the bedspread as he pushes a second finger in with the first, stretching me so deliciously. Still pinned to the bed with his hand manacling my wrists, I can barely move.
“You’re not done yet,” he breathes, sliding those fingers all the way out of me. The whine that escapes me is truly pathetic. His hand cracks down on the fleshy part of my ass again and I cry out this time, my inner muscles clenching around nothing and it’s torturous. “You make me want you so fucking bad, Louise. You make me want things I can’t have. Things that could jeopardize everything.”
Sliding three fingers in deep, I sob as I clench around the digits filling me, stretching me. He fucks me with his fingers roughly, and then I feel his mouth sliding over the skin of my back, my side, the curve of my ass where his hands have been.
“Zach,” I sob, shaking. I’m close. I’m going to come—
“You better not come yet, Princess,” he warns. Drawing his fingers out of me at the last second, I cry out in protest, and then whine when he slaps my ass again, harder this time.
It sends me careening over the edge, my orgasm sending me into a free fall. His fingers are back inside me then, and he groans ferally, fucking me through it.
As I come down from the high, panting into the bedding, I moan when he once again removes his fingers. Leaning down to press his mouth against my cheek, he whispers, “What did I tell you about coming, Louise?”
Panting into the mattress, I whisper, “I—I couldn’t stop it—”
The next slap that lands on my ass is hard enough to seize my lungs. “I told you the next time you come for me better be on my cock.”
Releasing my wrists, he flips me over onto my back, my body bouncing against the mattress. Holy fuck, my ass is on fire. But it’s only made me want him more.
“Please,” I whine again as he shifts, drawing my knees up so that he can kneel between them. God he’s fucking beautiful. “Zach.”
Pushing my legs up so that my ankles rest on his shoulders, he grips the base of his cock, the tip already weeping, and drags it along my pussy, the thick head parting my lips with each pass.
“Hands above your head,” he whispers darkly, turning his head to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my ankle. “Grab the headboard. Do not let go.”
Reaching above me, I wrap my fingers around the metal bars of the headboard, my eyes never leaving his. He grins from above me.
“Such a good girl when you listen,” he praises, his voice thick with lust. “Are you ready, Princess?”
“Yes,” I whisper, nodding, my body strung out and laid bare for this man before me.
