“You’ve been a bad girl,” he said, “and you need to be punished.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” He was surprised at how different her voice was. Her dry sarcasm had been replaced with a soft innocence, like a submissive.
He cupped her other tit, massaged it harder, then teased the nipple until it too turned to stone. On his knees behind her, he ran the head of his now sheathed cock over her pussy and up to her anus. Slowly, he teased her with his erection, but she stayed silent.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Not good. I don’t want you to touch me. You’re a bad man. An evil man.”
A smile tugged at his lips. Hewasall of those things.
“I’m going to fuck you to remind you that when you disobey me, you will get punished. Hard and fast and very, very deep.”
“Please no,” she whispered.
“Simone,” he said checking in.
“Green, green, get me to black.”
He loved the eager desperation in her voice, the begging that only he could appease. He positioned at her opening, pressed inside, her wet pussy widening to accommodate his thickness. Pleasure slithered through him, igniting every muscle, every cell, every atom. He felt alive, he felt like he could fuck her to the moon, but he didn’t deserve the pleasure.
She was right. He was a bad man, an evil man.
The deeper he tunneled inside, the more garbled her sounds. When he was all the way inside her, he paused. Then, he withdrew. He held her hips in place and he started fucking her. In and out, again and again, while hit after hit of dopamine drowned him in pleasure.
Pleasure he didn’t deserve. Not now, not ever.
“Yes,” she cried out, snapping him back to now. “I’m a very bad girl and you should fuck me harder. So much harder.”
He thrust to her end and did it again. Her groans and grunts sliced through the night while he fucked her hard and fast.
“Black.” Her insides clenched around him, she started bucking against his shaft, and then she cried out shaking through her drenching release.
Her orgasm triggered his and he climaxed inside her, groaning through the ecstasy.
And then, they stilled. The calm after the storm.
After several seconds, she said. “I’m going to get you off with my feet.”
I’ve found the perfect angel, even in the depths of hell.
SIMONE
Simone loved fucking.Wild, ravaging, hard fucking. She loved being tied up, loved being punished. It had been years since she’d allowed someone to restrain her, and she never wanted their fun to end. But it would end. He’d find another plaything and move on. Rather than scold herself, or kick him out, she was all-in.
He withdrew, but he didn’t head to the bathroom. He stayed. Kissed her back, dropped a trail of worshipful kisses from one shoulder to the other. Then, he untied her wrists, rubbed the skin, kissed each palm.
Why is he being so tender? He doesn’t have to romance me. This is about screwing, nothing more.
With nimble fingers he untied her ankles. “Roll over.”
He placed a pillow under her head, sat on the edge and lifted her leg.
“Such shapely legs,” he murmured as he stroked her calf, kissed the crown of her foot.
His touch quieted her mind, the gentle caresses a remedy for everything that ailed her. His calming effect quenched her like a crystal-clear lake in the middle of the scorching desert.
She didn’t know she needed this, but as he ran his long fingers over her toes, a peace came over her. He had this magical way of whisking her away to his own private sanctuary.
