like to be watched,â I say.
He opens his mouth, as if to speak, but stops himself at the last minute.
âDirty boy,â I say. âLetting people see you behaving like this.â And then I do something I canât believe Iâm doing. I pick up my hairbrush from the table at the side of the bed. I test its weight in my hand, and then I spank him firmly on the arse with it.
His whole body jerks, and he bites down on his bottom lip. His pleasure is almost palpable, full of joy, and it turns me on more than I can even begin to describe. I spank him again, on the other arse cheek, adding a matching pink glow to that side. God, this is wrong. I know it is. It isnât about punishment, not really. Iâm spanking him simply because I like it. And because he likes it.
He is mine to control, to do with what I will, and that realisation humbles me. He is trusting me with something very precious, this beautiful man. That is why, when I hear his first mumbled âI need to come,â I set down the brush.
âI told you to be quiet,â I remind him, as I kneel on the bed, my back to him. âNow come here, and fuck me.â
I place my hands on the mattress, angling my hips up. Strong hands find my backside, grip it firmly, then I feel the thick head of his cock nudging my slit. âYou are to fuck me until I come,â I tell him. âYou are to stay quiet, and you are not to come.â
He settles himself in closer behind me, giving me another inch of his thick length. Iâm so wet that I can feel moisture making its way down my thighs. âYou may begin,â I instruct him. And begin he does. âHarder.â
He thrusts more, deeper, but I sense that he is still holding back, and I canât have that. âHarder,â I say again. And this time, he obeys me, fucking into me with a fierce desperation that makes me scream. Still, he stays silent, as I give in to the rising urge in my body and cry out every surge of pleasure, as he fucks me so deep and so hard that I am not sure where I end and he begins. And then, unbidden, he wraps a hand around my waist and reaches between my legs and caresses my aching, sensitive clit, and I would berate him for it but he does it with such exquisite tenderness that I am quite undone.
He is caring for me,
I think to myself.
He loves me.
It seems unthinkable, but I know it to be true. I know it without question, that when he holds himself back like this, he is thanking me for making him. âIâm coming,â I say. âFuck, Lucas. Iâm coming.â
âI know, darling. I know.â
And as the wave hits me, I remember one thing. âYou can come, Lucas.â And then I am lost, drowned in the depths of the fierce bond between us, as I feel him spurt hot and thick inside me, filling my pussy with his lovely thick semen, fulfilling my most indecent desire. âYouâre not wearing a condom,â I whisper, as he rests his head on my back, his fingers tangling with mine.
âI forgot,â he says lazily. âGive me half an hour, and I might forget again.â
âIâll have to punish you,â I warn him.
âYes,â he says. âI think that you will.â
Epilogue
âLucas!â I yell, as I pull on my trousers. âWhere the hell is my hairbrush?â Iâm going to be late for work again, I know I am. That makes the third time in as many weeks. Keep this up, and itâs going to become a habit. Not that anyone at work seems to mind. Theyâve all become very protective of me, constantly asking me if I need to sit down, or if I want another biscuit.
âWhere did you have it last?â comes the yell from the kitchen, shortly followed by âFound it!â
âFound it where?â I yell back, as I fasten my trousers and attempt to squash myself into a blouse that doesnât really fit. I give up, toss it onto the bed and pull on one of Lucasâs shirts
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