After staring at me silently for a minute, Molly slides the straps of her now-ruined dress down her arms. She pushes the material over her hips, letting it pool at her feet before stepping out. She’s wearing a matching set of black lace underwear. And fuck me, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so damn beautiful.
“Okay, show me,” she says with her shoulders back and her head held high.
Mentally, I’m doing a fist-pump in the air at this win. Externally, my expression is unchanged. I hold my hand out towards her. She places her palm on mine and then I pull her over the counter. Pressing her front against the cold marble.
I stand behind her with my lips next to her ear. “Anytime you want to stop, we will stop.”
Molly inhales a deep breath. “Okay.”
My palm lands on the middle of her back, bending her forward until she’s lying over the counter. A tiny shiver runs through her. I trail my fingers down the center of her spine until I reach the curve of her ass. Hooking my fingers into her panties, I pull them down her legs, bending so I can lift each of her feet out of the lace. My face is at her ass level. Leaning forward, I press a kiss on her right cheek, and then repeat the process on her left before standing again.
My hands palm the globes of her ass, my cock hard and aching against my pants. I lean forward and press featherlight kisses up her back. Then, taking hold of her hands, I place them flat against the counter on each side of her head. “Keep those there.”
Without warning, my right hand comes down on her left ass cheek. Molly squeals, her body jerking upwards.
“Ow!” She looks over a shoulder at me.
“Give it a second,” I tell her, knowing that the sting is about to feel good. I see the moment it registers with her. Her thighs shake a little as she lies back down on the counter. “Want to keep going?”
She nods her head.
“I need words, Molly.”
“Yes,” she says.
I know she said she’d never beg me, but I can tell it won’t take much to have this woman begging me to hurt her, begging me to fuck her so hard she sees stars.
Rubbing over the now-red ass cheek, I lift my palm before bringing it down again a little harder, and then I slap her other cheek. I continue slapping my palm against her ass until it’s red and she’s panting. I can smell her arousal. I can see the shine of her wetness on her inner thighs as she spreads her legs wider.
I pick her up and turn her around. My thumbs wipe at the tears under her eyes. “Good girl.” I praise her for how well she took that.
Molly smiles, her glassy eyes shining with need.
“You need something else, Molly?” I reach around her back, and my fingers flick at the clasp on her bra.
“Make me come,” she says.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and my lips slam onto hers as I pick her up and walk us into the bedroom. Our tongues twirl together, fighting for dominance, a fight she’s not going to win.
I throw Molly down on the bed and stand at the other end. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, staring down at her as I unbutton my shirt.
“Thank you,” Molly replies shyly.
I remove my shirt, my fingers undoing my belt next and pulling it out of the loops on my pants. I throw the leather belt onto the bed.
“You’re not hitting me with that,” Molly says with wide eyes.
I laugh. “No, I’m not. Not yet anyway. We’ll work up to it.”
I take a string of condoms out of my back pocket and toss them beside the belt, before toeing off my shoes and socks and dropping my pants and boxers in one swoop. My hand wraps around my dick as Molly stares at it.
“Still want me to make you come?” I ask her.
She nods her head.
“Words, Molly.”
“Yes,” she says confidently. “I mean, if you can.” She smiles.
