“Easy, baby. You know I’m going to give you what you need.” I want to take my time but my dick has other ideas.
Letting me spank her enhanced the pleasure to a point that’s hard to quantify. It was good before, but I like being in charge. Having a woman submit to me. Not in a kinky way, just in the sense of letting me guide our sexual adventures.
And now it’s driving me wild.
She’s somewhat restrained because her pants are still down around her ankles, and there’s no doubt she’s getting off on her inability to move.
“Squeeze me, Allora, and then let me see you come.”
I reach around and find her clit and it’s like I pressed a magic button. She stiffens, her back arching, fingers digging into my forearm as she spasms around me.
“Lan—” She’s about to scream and while I love it, I know Rage is nearby, aware of what we’re doing. So, I clap a hand over her mouth as she bucks against me, grinding on my cock.
She’s mine and Rage doesn’t need to know what she sounds like when I get her off.
Finally, we both stop moving and she sits back, her body warm and soft against mine, her back to my front, pussy still pulsing with little aftershocks every few seconds.
“So pretty when you come,” I say, running my hand over the curve of her breast.
She seems content to just sit here, so that’s what we do. Eventually, we’ll have to move but I’m loving the quiet intimacy.
I’m not stupid—I know we’re still going to talk, so I’m trying to enjoy the peace while I can. My gut tells me we’re going to argue because I don’t see either of us backing down.
The problem, of course, is that Daniil is on her side. I think Rage is too. That means I might lose this battle, which doesn’t sit well with me.
“You just got tense,” she whispers. “Is it because you think we’re about to fight?”
I didn’t realize being in a relationship means becoming psychic, but she seems to be able to read me like a book.
“Maybe.”
“We’ll work out a compromise.” She pauses. “Right?”
How do I say anything other than yes?
To my annoyance, she giggles before I can respond.
“Okay, I’ll take that as maybe.” Slowly, she lifts herself off me. She walks over to the table, grabs some paper towels, and starts trying to clean up. “Do I look even semi-presentable to our friends or is there no doubt what we’ve been doing?”
“Yes and no.”
She wrinkles her nose but then shrugs. “Well, I don’t care that much. Unless you do?”
“Why would I care that people know I just made love to my woman?”
She shakes her head. “You sound like a caveman when you say that.”
“Should I stop?”
“Not in the least. It’s kind of hot when you get all caveman-y.”
“Babe.” My tone is light but serious so she cocks her head curiously. “You sure spanking you was okay? You enjoyed it in the moment but I don’t want there to be any…bad memories associated with it.”
“Bad mem—oh.” She shakes her no. “No. They didn’t spank me—they hit me. What we do is completely different.”
“I wanted to be sure because you liked it. You also seemed very sexually frustrated with your inability to move your legs, as if you were restrained. So, I wondered if we might try that for real at some point?”
“Tying me up?” She nods. “I’d be down. I think my lack of experience with these types of things isn't a lack of interest so much as a lack of trust.”
