fingers once more. And… my other hand tightens around his cock.
Smack, again. I rock forward slightly, smiling. So this is the game.
I tug even tighter, my hand working his full length. He smacks my ass harder, and this time his fingers graze the folds between my legs. I am so aroused that I can’t feel pain, or not pain the way it’s supposed to feel. This kind of pain is different. It dances with my pleasure and makes a new sensation. I want more of it. I lean way back, practically until I’m sitting on my heels, so that I can take his beautiful, dangerous cock into my mouth. I draw him deep into my throat until he moans with his own pleasure, but a moment later, he slaps my ass again. And then he moves out from under me, toppling me onto the couch, and I’m flushed and breathing heavily. I smile up at him, enjoying our game.
“Turn over,” he demands. I reposition myself on my hands and knees, giving him full access to my behind. He kneels on the floor beside the couch, kisses the outside of my thigh, and then plunges his fingers deep inside me. He curls them, tapping on that secret spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head, and then his fingers slide in and out a few times and I’m sure I’m about to come, but then his other hand comes down hard on the curve between my buttock and the back of my thigh. I tip forward with its force and my breath catches. My balance shifts from one arm to both elbows as my upper body drops lower onto the couch cushions, while my bottom arches further upwards. I still myself in this position, unsure of what will happen next but aching, inside and out, for some kind of release.
“Do you like this, Ava?” His voice has a hard edge. It’s not that I don’t like it… but…that last smack hurt.
I feel tears pricking behind my eyes though I’m not sure why. I don’t feel scared, not in my mind anyways, but my body is reacting in its own special way tonight, a way I’ve never experienced. I’m not sure what I feel.
“I think so,” I whisper. I anticipate he’s going to smack me again, but he doesn’t. I feel him move behind me, between my legs. I hear him tear open a condom. That sound arouses me even more.
But this arousal is so different, so deep. The skin of my buttocks is throbbing lightly and feels hot, so that his hands feel cool on me as he draws me back toward him, as he guides my opening to his sheathed tip. I hold my breath as I wait for it. Will he be rough or gentle? I want him so badly and I say it.
“I want you,” I whisper into the couch. “I want you inside me.” I want this like I’ve never wanted anything before. I feel him just there, a slight pressure at my pussy’s opening. I lean back to take him, but he seems to lean back at the same time, the same short distance, and so I can’t gather him to me.
“You want me inside you, Ava?”
“Yes.”
“And you always get what you want?”
What does he mean?
“Because you’re spoiled. Everyone gives you everything you want?”
“No…Only if you want—“
“—Is it my turn to get what I want?”
“Yes. It’s your turn.” But still he doesn’t enter me. After all of our foreplay, how can he maintain so much self-control? I’m tempted to crawl forward, off the couch, and then turn around and push him down and sit on him and just take the pleasure he’s denying me right now. I moan with frustration.
“And if I want to spank you a hundred times, I can do that?”
A hundred times? Oh no. He’s massaging my buttocks now, which is going to make them even more sensitive.
“If you want to,” I whisper, trying to exert my own self-control. I’ll let him do what he wants. I was the one who suggesting the spanking. I won’t let it break my will.
Or will I? If it’s what he wants…
He smacks with one hand on one cheek and then the other hand on the other cheek. It takes an effort to stay upright, but the sting is sweet, and pain a mere memory. I lean back, anticipating
Smack, again. I rock forward slightly, smiling. So this is the game.
I tug even tighter, my hand working his full length. He smacks my ass harder, and this time his fingers graze the folds between my legs. I am so aroused that I can’t feel pain, or not pain the way it’s supposed to feel. This kind of pain is different. It dances with my pleasure and makes a new sensation. I want more of it. I lean way back, practically until I’m sitting on my heels, so that I can take his beautiful, dangerous cock into my mouth. I draw him deep into my throat until he moans with his own pleasure, but a moment later, he slaps my ass again. And then he moves out from under me, toppling me onto the couch, and I’m flushed and breathing heavily. I smile up at him, enjoying our game.
“Turn over,” he demands. I reposition myself on my hands and knees, giving him full access to my behind. He kneels on the floor beside the couch, kisses the outside of my thigh, and then plunges his fingers deep inside me. He curls them, tapping on that secret spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head, and then his fingers slide in and out a few times and I’m sure I’m about to come, but then his other hand comes down hard on the curve between my buttock and the back of my thigh. I tip forward with its force and my breath catches. My balance shifts from one arm to both elbows as my upper body drops lower onto the couch cushions, while my bottom arches further upwards. I still myself in this position, unsure of what will happen next but aching, inside and out, for some kind of release.
“Do you like this, Ava?” His voice has a hard edge. It’s not that I don’t like it… but…that last smack hurt.
I feel tears pricking behind my eyes though I’m not sure why. I don’t feel scared, not in my mind anyways, but my body is reacting in its own special way tonight, a way I’ve never experienced. I’m not sure what I feel.
“I think so,” I whisper. I anticipate he’s going to smack me again, but he doesn’t. I feel him move behind me, between my legs. I hear him tear open a condom. That sound arouses me even more.
But this arousal is so different, so deep. The skin of my buttocks is throbbing lightly and feels hot, so that his hands feel cool on me as he draws me back toward him, as he guides my opening to his sheathed tip. I hold my breath as I wait for it. Will he be rough or gentle? I want him so badly and I say it.
“I want you,” I whisper into the couch. “I want you inside me.” I want this like I’ve never wanted anything before. I feel him just there, a slight pressure at my pussy’s opening. I lean back to take him, but he seems to lean back at the same time, the same short distance, and so I can’t gather him to me.
“You want me inside you, Ava?”
“Yes.”
“And you always get what you want?”
What does he mean?
“Because you’re spoiled. Everyone gives you everything you want?”
“No…Only if you want—“
“—Is it my turn to get what I want?”
“Yes. It’s your turn.” But still he doesn’t enter me. After all of our foreplay, how can he maintain so much self-control? I’m tempted to crawl forward, off the couch, and then turn around and push him down and sit on him and just take the pleasure he’s denying me right now. I moan with frustration.
“And if I want to spank you a hundred times, I can do that?”
A hundred times? Oh no. He’s massaging my buttocks now, which is going to make them even more sensitive.
“If you want to,” I whisper, trying to exert my own self-control. I’ll let him do what he wants. I was the one who suggesting the spanking. I won’t let it break my will.
Or will I? If it’s what he wants…
He smacks with one hand on one cheek and then the other hand on the other cheek. It takes an effort to stay upright, but the sting is sweet, and pain a mere memory. I lean back, anticipating
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