“That’s not what I want,” he says. “What Iwantis for you to turn around and bare your ass to me. What Iwantis for you to do just as I say. Do you understand me?”
I nod, eager to obey his command, throwing myself forward onto the bed, tugging my dress up around my waist and then pushing my panties down around my thighs – baring myself to him, just as he asked.
I find I even enjoy the anticipation, hearing the soft creak of his footsteps on the floor behind me as he approaches, waiting for the first touch of his hand. And sure enough, I feel his touch on my skin, his hand stroking across my ass for a moment, his fingers tracing between my legs, to the very center of me – the part of me that feels as if it’s on fire right now. And as he works his fingers gently over my clit and then back again, teasing me, tracing the hot stickiness that seems to seep from within me back and forth across my tender swollen folds, I push my face hard into the sheets and moan in pleasure, arching my back and gripping the silk tightly between my teeth. Then a moment later, he draws his fingers from me.
I wait, shivering, as behind me I hear the unmistakable sound of him unbuckling the thick leather belt he always wears and slipping it slowly from his slacks.
“Are yousureyou want this, Jennifer?” he says quietly. “Because if you don’t, now is the time to say something ...”
“I’m sure, Marcus,” I reply, my voice shaking with both fear and anticipation. “I do, I really do.”
I hear the thick leather creaking in his hands as he winds one end of the belt around his knuckles.
“Very well.”
Another long trembling pause and then ...Swish-CRACK.
The pain is like nothing I haveeverexperienced before – the white-hot sharpness of the leather so much more focused and intense than the crack of his hand against my buttocks. I don’t even cry out. It’s too intense. All I’m able to do is suck the air sharply between my lips at the violent intensity of the; sting, which seems to bloom now in a tingling heat from deep within my flesh.
“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks quietly but sternly from behind me. “Or would you perhaps like another?”
“Please, sir,” I reply, my voice quavering and trembling from the heady mix of sensations that are coursing through me, “Iwouldlike another. I still feel kind of ... naughty.”
“Very well.”
Swish-CRACKcomes the belt a second time, slapping hard against my bare ass, causing an even greater flash of pain than the first time around.
And then a third:Swish-CRACK, and a fourth,Swish-CRACK, each fresh sting of pain causing my heart to pound and the moans to escape my lips, stifled a little by the sheets which I’ve kept gripped tight between my teeth as I writhe around beneath my strict master – never before experiencing such a wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain, satisfying almost all parts of my trembling body simultaneously.
But just then he stops, and I know now what else I need from him.
I turn around to face him, tugging my dress hurriedly over my head, unclasping my bra and quickly yanking my panties down over my ankles, exposing my naked flesh beneath, offering myself to him, begging him with my eyes to take me now in the same strong and powerful way he’s done on all our previous nights together.
He meets my hungry gaze with one that tells me that he’s thinking the exact same thing, then starts hurriedly undressing, unbuttoning his shirt, uncovering that broad, muscular chest that never fails to blow me away, then his slacks and boxer shorts, his cock fully thick and hard beneath, jutting out from the cropped fuzz of dusky hair that surrounds it, those two large pink shaven balls nestled tightly beneath. And all of a sudden the overwhelming desire to cover his whole body in kisses sweeps through me, so strong and powerful that I know I’ll never be fully satisfied until I’ve acted out this brand new fantasy of mine.
I fall on him the moment he finally joins me on the bed, both of us naked now. I throw myself on top of him, showering his body with tender, playful little kisses, all the while breathing in the sweaty musk of his body, sending my senses into a delicious tailspin as I taste the sharp saltiness of his sweat, first on his chest, and then further down as I working my loving kisses over his taut, chiseled abs and then even further, wanting to move my face up close to his cock, to reallyseeit for the first time in all its glory – this veiny monster that’s already brought me so much pleasure.
I hold him tenderly in my slender fingers, admiring the velvety smoothness of his skin as I stroke him up and down, watching him grow and swell in my grip, the purple bulbous head pulsing out glistening droplets of clear fluid as I tenderly place my kisses up and down his shaft, his delicious musk filling my nostrils as I shiver from excitement, my face buried between his legs, his hands now moving to my breasts, teasing my nipples with his fingertips until they stiffen into two rock-hard little buds beneath his touch.
He draws my face upwards, back towards his own, and as I writhe on top of him like that, my sensitive breasts brushing against his chest, I feel him reach down between my legs and then guide himself right into me, causing me to gasp as he once more stretches me wide open – this time with no condom covering him.
A part of me wonders whether I should maybe ask him to stop, but another part is just too damn busy enjoying this even more deliciously intimate contact, as he drives himself deep into me with me, as I ride on top of him, feeling the sheerheatof his cock inside me.
“Oh fuck, oh God,” I whisper as he takes me, my voice trembling, my eyes closing as he holds me steady, cupping my buttocks as he drives himself ever harder and deeper inside me, plundering fresh pleasures from my very center, pleasures which swell inside me, until finally they seemed to crest and explode, causing me to gasp and moan as I feel myself clenching tightly around him, my whole body bucking and shuddering as my mind flashes and fractures.
He too lets out a growl, and I feel his shaft pulsing powerfully inside me, flooding me with his warmth.
As he draws me down in a passionate kiss, I savor the feel of the heat of his come, as our bodies mingle, slicked with sweat and fluids, both of us shivering and gasping and lost together in the moment.
A scream.It sounds like Mom’s voice.
And then a violent clattering sound coming from ... from the kitchen?
I quickly spring out of bed and go running into the hall to see what all the commotion is, turning the corner, just wanting to make sure she’s okay.
“Mom?” I call out. “Mom?”
But it’s not Mom that greets me. It’s Him. Coming towards me, backing me into a corner.
