“Hmm.”A glint of silver from the nightstand, where he’d put his coin before decking his wife out in her jewels, caught his eye, and he grinned.“Well, we shall let the coin decide.”
“But you cannot tell which side is which!”she protested, squirming as he leaned over to pick up the coin.
Matthew shrugged, even though she could not see the movement.“That is what you say, but I have been using it to make all my decisions, remember?”
The little growling noise she made was truly adorable.He chuckled and flipped the coin, slapping it down against her hot bottom.Which was truly becoming his favorite way to do a coin flip.He had assumed he would never have his coin in the future to use for his decisions, accepted that it was lost, and now that he had it back, he knew he did not need it… but he anticipated there would be ‘decisions’ he would use it for in exactly this manner of flip in the future.
“You are just choosing what it says!”Johanna squirmed again as he lifted his hand from her hot buttocks.
“Ah, yes.The coin says you need more punishment.Naughty girl sex should do it.”
His wife froze over his lap.Twisted her head around.Her face was flushed, tiara askew, hair mussed.
“What is naughty girl sex?”she asked, a slight tremor in her voice, but she could not hide her curious interest.
Matthew chuckled as he drew her up against him.
Johanna
Once more, Johanna found herself gripping the headboard with her back against the pillows, though now she had a burning bottom, her tiara felt permanently askew, and she was flushed from being over Matthew’s lap.With her legs wide open and draped over his forearms while he kneeled between them, she squealed against his lips as his oiled finger pushed into the narrow aperture of her bottom.
Rather than answering her question about naughty girl sex, he’d gotten her into position and ordered her to remain holding onto the headboard while he opened the nightstand and got out a small bottle.The oil inside gleamed on his fingers.
Johanna had not understood what it was for until this moment.
Her cheeks flushed hotter than ever as he wickedly thrust his fingers deeper into the tight hole, his gaze boring into hers, making the sinful act almost unbearably intimate.Because he’d told her to hold on to the headboard, she could not even cover her face with her hands.
“Look at me, kitten,” he murmured, twisting his fingers inside her, making her squeak as her eyes flew open at the odd sensation.
It did not hurt, exactly, especially in comparison to the way her bottom cheeks were burning from the spanking, but it was hardly comfortable, either.Yet having him touch her in such a base, perverse manner also aroused her to the point where she could feel her pussy fluttering, as if she had not recently been worked to the point of climax.
Looking at her husband, watching him watch her as his fingers invaded her so horribly intimate was both awful and wonderful.Johanna whimpered as he moved his fingers inside her bottom, staring back at him as heat crawled over her body, blooming in her face.The sting of the spanking was fading under the embarrassment of what he was doing to her.
How it was making her feel.
When he withdrew his fingers, wiping them on a nearby cloth he’d procured—she’d wondered why he’d brought that to the bed—he fisted his cock and pressed the oiled tip to her bottom.
“Oh!”Johanna gasped, arching and her fingers tightening around the spindles of the headboard as her tiny hole was stretched to receive him.His cock was much thicker than his fingers, the discomfort increasing as he slowly pushed inside her tight channel, the burn making her want to writhe… but she could not because of the way her legs were draped over him.“It’s too much!”
“No, it’s not,” he murmured, slowly continuing to slide into her bottom.“You can take it for me, kitten.You feel so good around my cock.So hot and tight.You want to please me, don’t you, naughty girl?”
“Yes!”A little sob caught in her throat as the assault on her senses increased when he retreated slightly, only to thrust forward again, going deeper this time, opening her farther.He felt impossibly large, filling her in a manner she’d never imagined.
He was using her bottom because she was a naughty girl.
This was what naughty girls got.
And she did want to take it for him.To please him.
“That’s it, good girl,” he murmured as he thrust in deeper.His hands slid up to her breasts, bending her body in half because of her legs draped over his arms, squeezing the soft flesh.Johanna moaned as he pinched her nipples, pulling back and thrusting in, opening her inch by inch.
She was being his good girl by letting him use her in such a perverse manner for his own pleasure.
Taking the discomfort, the burn, and pushing past it for him.
“Look at me, kitten,” he commanded.
Johanna’s gaze clashed with his again, just as his body pressed up against hers, his cock fully embedded inside her.It felt like the very breath had been driven from her body; she was too full of him to have room for anything else.
