see the thick bulge straining to get out of his jeans.
"Bend over Morgana so I can slap your ass until it matches these panties."
The wet heat of excitement starts to roll down my leg as my sex clenches from his words. I do what he says, and then he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. Shaking my head to push the hair out of my face I glance back to see him binding my wrists together with the wet lace.
"I'm not going to hurt you Morgana. If you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop yell out a safe word, alright," his voice is deep but caring, and I know he means what he says.
"Potatoes," I blurt out as it's the first word that comes to mind. I may not know much about the kink lifestyle or anything BDSM but I am pretty sure "Potatoes" is the worst safe word ever created.
Henrik tries his best to hold back a chuckle but I feel the rumbling in his body. Its short lived as his hand glides over my cheeks.
"God you have a luscious ass. I'm going to have so much fun watching it ripple later when I'm fucking you. For right now I'll take pleasure in watching it turn pink."
His hand leaves me and a second later I feel the sting of his hand slapping my ass cheek. Henrik's hand never leaves me once he's made contact to rub the slow burn away.
"This is for all the times you teased me at work Sweetcakes. How you enjoyed flashing your colorful bras or made sure I was aware you were wearing thigh high stockings. Don't think I didn't know what you were doing."
Another sting lands on my other cheek and he continues to talk as he rubs the pain away. He spanked me once before and though I had never been spanked before I found I liked it. To the point where I fantasize about him doing this to me alone in my bed with James - my dildo.
The way he rubs me after is a sensual contrast to the sharp sting of his slap. Plus, I can feel his hard erection twitch under his jeans.
"You loved it," I moan back at him. Part of me still can't help trying to irritate him. I attempt to turn my head to watch him squint but I can't get my hair out of my face.
He reaches under to grab at my breasts that hang freely over his thigh. He vices my nipple between his two fingers and flicks it with his thumb. A shock shoots down to my core and at that moment another slap of my ass. The painful pleasures collide causing my sex to clench as a primal groan escapes my lips.
"You have such the mouth on you Sweetcakes. But you're right, I did love it. I loved it so much I had to fuck my hand every time you left the room."
God his words, his mouth, everything he's doing to me, I know if he keeps this up I'm going to come without my clit being touched.
He pinches and flicks my other nipple with another combined slap of my ass which causes me to grind into his leg. After he finishes rubbing my cheek his fingers sink down to my pussy. I can hear him hiss and feel his body vibrate from a shudder.
"Fuck me you are drenched. We are done with your punishment, now for the fun.”
He helps me up and proceeds to undress. I stare at him and am still in awe when I see the black tribal tattoos meandering from his thick shoulders down both carved arms and another creeping around his left side over his abs. Since our last sexual encounter I have fantasized quite a bit about that chest. As my eyes scan the ink I focus on the deep rough lines. Various scars splatter his skin, some long some short. I wonder where they came from and perhaps this is why he only took his shirt off around me once.
I make note of his six pack abs with a deep V pointing to his...yes! Thank God it’s still there, not that his dick might have fallen off, but that my imagination may have made it bigger than it actually is. Still as big and beautiful as I remember!
His hand wraps around his base as his arm muscles flex with a tight squeeze. I whimper and drool a little watching him. My eyes finally look up to see him smirking at me.
"You like it huh, Sweetcakes? I bet you can't wait to get your
"Bend over Morgana so I can slap your ass until it matches these panties."
The wet heat of excitement starts to roll down my leg as my sex clenches from his words. I do what he says, and then he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. Shaking my head to push the hair out of my face I glance back to see him binding my wrists together with the wet lace.
"I'm not going to hurt you Morgana. If you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop yell out a safe word, alright," his voice is deep but caring, and I know he means what he says.
"Potatoes," I blurt out as it's the first word that comes to mind. I may not know much about the kink lifestyle or anything BDSM but I am pretty sure "Potatoes" is the worst safe word ever created.
Henrik tries his best to hold back a chuckle but I feel the rumbling in his body. Its short lived as his hand glides over my cheeks.
"God you have a luscious ass. I'm going to have so much fun watching it ripple later when I'm fucking you. For right now I'll take pleasure in watching it turn pink."
His hand leaves me and a second later I feel the sting of his hand slapping my ass cheek. Henrik's hand never leaves me once he's made contact to rub the slow burn away.
"This is for all the times you teased me at work Sweetcakes. How you enjoyed flashing your colorful bras or made sure I was aware you were wearing thigh high stockings. Don't think I didn't know what you were doing."
Another sting lands on my other cheek and he continues to talk as he rubs the pain away. He spanked me once before and though I had never been spanked before I found I liked it. To the point where I fantasize about him doing this to me alone in my bed with James - my dildo.
The way he rubs me after is a sensual contrast to the sharp sting of his slap. Plus, I can feel his hard erection twitch under his jeans.
"You loved it," I moan back at him. Part of me still can't help trying to irritate him. I attempt to turn my head to watch him squint but I can't get my hair out of my face.
He reaches under to grab at my breasts that hang freely over his thigh. He vices my nipple between his two fingers and flicks it with his thumb. A shock shoots down to my core and at that moment another slap of my ass. The painful pleasures collide causing my sex to clench as a primal groan escapes my lips.
"You have such the mouth on you Sweetcakes. But you're right, I did love it. I loved it so much I had to fuck my hand every time you left the room."
God his words, his mouth, everything he's doing to me, I know if he keeps this up I'm going to come without my clit being touched.
He pinches and flicks my other nipple with another combined slap of my ass which causes me to grind into his leg. After he finishes rubbing my cheek his fingers sink down to my pussy. I can hear him hiss and feel his body vibrate from a shudder.
"Fuck me you are drenched. We are done with your punishment, now for the fun.”
He helps me up and proceeds to undress. I stare at him and am still in awe when I see the black tribal tattoos meandering from his thick shoulders down both carved arms and another creeping around his left side over his abs. Since our last sexual encounter I have fantasized quite a bit about that chest. As my eyes scan the ink I focus on the deep rough lines. Various scars splatter his skin, some long some short. I wonder where they came from and perhaps this is why he only took his shirt off around me once.
I make note of his six pack abs with a deep V pointing to his...yes! Thank God it’s still there, not that his dick might have fallen off, but that my imagination may have made it bigger than it actually is. Still as big and beautiful as I remember!
His hand wraps around his base as his arm muscles flex with a tight squeeze. I whimper and drool a little watching him. My eyes finally look up to see him smirking at me.
"You like it huh, Sweetcakes? I bet you can't wait to get your
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