“How did you like that?” he asks, the playful tone still there in his voice, mixed in with something else – something primal, animal even. “Want another?”
My skin is still singing in pain from the shockingly powerful way he’d slapped it, but it’s the weirdest thing, because as I think carefully about his question, it turns out that I reallydowant another slap of his hand against my ass.
“Yes,” I say quietly, my voice just a trembling whisper now, yet at the same time utterly sincere. “Yes, Marcus, I do.”
“Very well,” he replies gravely, the room once again seeming to descend into silence for a trembling moment before exploding into life in a sharp chorus of pain and pleasure, as I feel his hand strike my tender flesh for asecondtime, and I hear the crack flash loudly around the room.
And this time, after his hand has struck my ass, I feel his rough fingers slip between my legs from behind, teasing my opening with his hot thick fingertips, causing me once again to moan and shiver, laid across his knee, as he drives his fingers a little further, a littledeeperinside me. But just as I feel that delicious bubbling sensation begin to build in my stomach, he pulls his fingers away, and then ...Crack.
He slaps my ass again a third time, even harder than before, causing me to cry out, my mind flashing white from the sheer force of this strange new sensation. Because it’s not just pain, but it’s not just pleasure, either. Instead it’s a crazy mixture of the two, one that creates a brand new third sensation – just the same as last night when he’d first taken me, and just like he’d suggested.
And while a part of me is crying out for more, soon enough he’s pushed me roughly from his knee and onto the silk bed sheets. I move to turn onto my back in order to face him, but at this he stops me in place, holding me there by the nape of the neck as if I were a naughty kitten.
“Stayexactlywhere you are,” he commands, that strange animalistic quality still there in his voice.
And I do just as he says, staying exactly where I am, sprawled upon the silk sheets, my face nestled in the pillows, my bare ass exposed to the room, as behind me I can hear him unzipping his pants with his free hand.
Just then I feel his fingers move again between my legs, roughly grazing the tender folds of my pussy, moving back and forth, even pushing a little ways into me like that, before he pulls away his hand, and then, climbing up onto the bed behind me he begins to press the swollen hotness of his cock right against my opening from behind.
There’s a pause, as I hear him groan and strain behind me, and then a moment later, I gasp as I feel myself stretching so damn wide for him, his hot thickness slipping so fuckingdeepinside me.
He shifts position slightly, so that I feel the full broadness of his back covering me now, his hot breath against my neck, my face still buried in the sheets, my whimpers and sighs stifled by the scrap of silk that I’ve pinched between my teeth, as I feel his hands clamp down on my thighs, spreading me beneath him so that he can ease himself evenfurtherinside me.
Again, I feel it: that weirdly-good mixture of pleasure and pain as he begins to slide his hot cock slowly in and out of my pussy, causing the most delicious sensations to swirl and churn inside me with each fresh thrust of his hips – pumping his cock ever harder and deeper inside me.
Soon I’ve lost all shame and embarrassment, writhing and thrashing and crying out beneath him, lost totally in my own pleasure, not caringwhomight hear my cries and moans, cries and moans that must be echoing all around this house as he plunders my pussy with his cock, and in a rush I feel my whole body bubbling over, and just like that I’m coming, hard, so hard I can’t help but let out a cry – a low, animal cry, my mind flashing white from the sheer force of my orgasm, my whole slender body shuddering and trembling beneath him. And just as I’m recovering, I feel him fall forward onto me, pinning me beneath him as he too cries out, his whole body shuddering, and deep inside me, even through the thin rubber that encases his cock, I can feel the heat and pulse of his come.
A moment later, he shifts off me, pushing himself up beside me on the sheets and drawing me towards him, turning me around and feverishly pressing his lips against mine, and I tremble again, though this time from a much more gentle feeling that floods my heart – a feeling of simple happiness and warmth ...
Perhaps even ...love?
Is that totally crazy?
That I can feel something so deep, so soon for this man I hardly know?
I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth while we’re still kissing, and a moment later I have to pull my face away from his to let out the silly little laugh that’s been building inside me for the last few seconds.
“What’s so funny?” he murmurs.
“It’s nothing,” I reply in a whisper. “I’m just happy, that’s all.”
But instead of answering, I watch that coldness suddenly clamping down on him again, just like the other night, encircling him completely – and just like that I know exactly what’s going to happen next.
Sure enough, he turns back to me, his eyes cold and blank now, and says quietly, “I should go. I have a lot to do tomorrow.”
I stay silent, biting on my lip, too scared to speak in case I embarrass myself with any more of my silly girlish talk.
I fight back the tears as I watch him quickly gather his things and then leave, determined not to show him just how hurt I am.
But as he goes, I feel my heart break just a little.
Twenty-One
Marcus
Thank God.I’m so glad that tonight I can finally finish work at a reasonable hour. And before I leave, I take a moment to double check my schedule for the remainder of the week. Fantastic. Nothing pressing, just a couple of lunch meetings. I’m finally free ...
I race towards the elevator, trying to ignore the weird feeling I have in my stomach. I can’t quite explain it, but it’s a feeling I haven’t known for years and years ... Since I was a kid in fact. A feeling that I almost can’t put into words.
