“The little liar continues. I can see we’re going to need to work on that.”
His response was another even harder smack on my bottom. My skin was hot, the ache my pussy as intense as the pain shooting down the back of my leg.
He was slow and steady as he pushed his dick in and out, still stretching me. Bursts of electric sensations rolled through me, the current better than any firecracker.
I’d be damned if he didn’t wrap my other leg over his shoulder. I was now completely at his mercy, something he took full advantage of.
The spanking continued in inspired earnest, highlighting his agility by switching hands from time to time. My bottom was completely sore, the ache pushing straight into my pussy.
His hand came down in a relentless pattern as he fucked me.
I was wild with desire, clawing his arms as I struggled to gain some level of control with him.
The one thing that he would never allow me to have willingly.
He was intent on his actions, trying to break me of my rebellious streak. And I’d be damned if he wasn’t doing an excellent job of reducing me to a puddle of desire and heat.
He kept spanking while I writhed in his hold.
Panting.
Begging.
Crying.
Until I was left unable to control my actions in the least, which was exactly what he’d been going for.
The moment another orgasm swept through me, I was pushed into silence, shocked the wave was as powerful as it was. And that my body was still being played by a perfectionist.
When his actions suddenly stopped, I was thrown by the lack of pleasure and pain, the combination already irresistible. Exhausted, I lolled my head to the side, incapable of moving at all.
Meanwhile, he was still pulsing, his cock throbbing while my muscles continued to clench and release. I continued to tremble even when he pulled out. When I rolled over, so spent I could barely breathe, I thought his gentlemanly side would return and he’d allow me some rest.
I thought wrong.
Without any hesitation, he lifted me off the bed as if I weighed nothing, tossing me onto all fours. I was unable to move or to process his aggressive actions.
“What are you doing?” I managed.
How was it possible his chuckle was even darker? I was blown away by the feeling of his body against mine as he whispered in my ear. “I already told you we have all night and I’m just getting started. I suggest you relax because things are about to become… explosive.”
He rolled his fingers down my spine after he returned to his knees. Something inside of me told me I should crawl away, finding protection under the covers, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t allow that to happen.
I should always follow my instincts. Even as my body continued to hum with intense pleasure, he climbed off the bed.
Whatever he was doing, I wasn’t certain I cared. Oh, but I was wrong. So very wrong.
The brutal slap of his belt caught me completely off guard. I was thrown, no sound emitted. He repeated the action several times until I finally tried to crawl from the bed.
His laugh was deeper, darker as he wrapped his hand around my hair, using it as a tether to jerk me backward. As I’d suspected, I was going nowhere.
He brought the strap down at least four more times before he returned his cock to my wetness, the force used pitching me forward.
“I do love marking you. Beautiful. Even more perfect than before.”
There was a level of arrogance about him as he tossed the belt, but in a location on the bed where I’d be forced to look at it. There was no pretense to him taking command of every inch of my body, driving his thick cock deep into my pussy as he’d done before.
The hard shudder of every muscle was yet another betrayal. Another moment where he knew how much he was getting to me. The haze of pure euphoria lingered, the tingling sensations keeping me on cloud nine. He wasn’t gentle yet every stroke was practiced, nice and slow where he’d been crazed before.
