Sasha's Portrait by B. J. Wane Page A

towards him, Sasha said, “I hope you don’t expect me to make myself ready on short notice the next few days. It could take me hours to prepare before going out.”
    “Giving me another reason to punish you already, Sasha?”
    “I don’t think you need a reason. You would punish me no matter what.”
    “True. But, right now, you’re giving me an excellent reason to give you a third whipping today. Our hotel rooms will have the same rules as your home did.”
    Understanding dawned quickly. Sasha didn’t hesitate as her hands went to her sweater and slowly unbuttoned it. She liked getting naked for him, especially when he remained clothed. She dropped her sweater and bra on a chair and then unsnapped her jeans. When she made to push them down along with her panties, he held a hand up to stop her.
    “Just the jeans for now.”
    She didn’t know why he wanted her panties left on, but she didn’t question him. She had no sooner laid her jeans on the chair and slipped out of her shoes when there was a knock at the door.
    “Stay as you are,” Derrick ordered when she made to go back into the bathroom. Opening the door wide, he ushered a young man in bearing a cart laden with food.
    His eyes widened appreciatively at her nudity, lingering on her nipples, which were stiffening into excited, stiff peaks. Sasha blushed, her excitement at being almost bare in front of this strange man apparent.
    “Huh, enjoy your dinner, Mr. Matthews.”
    “Thank you, we will.” Slipping a large tip into his hand, Derrick led the ogling youth out the door. Turning back to Sasha, he acted as though that was a typical scenario, which, to him, it was. “You may remove your panties now.”
    Sasha slid her panties down and off, slowly coming to the realization that everything Derrick subjected her to was meant to teach her to submit totally to him. So far, she had found his lessons highly stimulating.
    Derrick undid his pants and moved slowly towards her, backing her to the bed. Sasha fell backwards, laughing, as he dropped his jeans and grabbed her knees. Spreading her wide, he pushed her knees to her shoulders as he came down on top of her, his cock impaling her in one smooth stroke.
    “Welcome to New York, Sasha.” He crushed his mouth on hers as he fucked her hard and quick, demanding she come with him as she eagerly lifted for each of his thrusts, grinding her pelvis against his until they exploded together.
    Sasha was rudely awakened the next morning by a hard swat on her naked ass. “Ow! What was that for?” Rolling to her side, she glared at Derrick’s unrepentant, grinning face. He was showered and dressed already.
    “Get up. We’re going to be late.”
    Sasha glanced at the clock. “It’s only seven. I thought we were on a holiday. That means sleeping in.” Plopping back down, she started to grab the sheet to pull back over her when Derrick sat on the bed and unceremoniously hauled her across his lap. He wasted no time raising his hand and smacking her ass hard, raising an instant blush.
    “I told you last night you had a spa appointment this morning,” his hand continued smacking her, making her wiggle in pain and gasp with instant arousal.
    “Derrick, please,” she pleaded as his blows became harder and faster.
    “Are you awake yet?” he asked, moving to the under curve of her buttocks and tops of her thighs.
    “Yes. I’ll get up, I promise.” She could feel her arousal building and knew if she didn’t get off his lap soon, she’d be writhing in the throes of an orgasm within minutes, and she didn’t want to take the risk of disappointing him first thing this morning.
    Derrick stopped smacking her as quickly as he had begun. “Hurry up. You’ve got ten minutes, or you can go without breakfast.”
    Sasha ran into the bathroom, quickly washed up and dressed again in the same clothes she had on yesterday. She would definitely be glad to spend his money on something else to wear. She was starving. Continuous,