Click by Tymber Dalton Page B

furniture he wanted and fuck her silly.
    Usually after spending the evening teasing her every chance he got with a stolen fondle or a quietly issued order to go insert a butt plug or vibrating egg.
    Not tonight, though. He’d been running late from work and everyone else had been waiting on him when he arrived.
    Tonight would be a simple, straight, delicious fuck.
    After feeding his cock into her soaked pussy, he took a moment to pause, hands on her hips, enjoying the way her slick muscles grabbed at him. Then he lightly slapped her ass. “Maybe I should tie you up and fuck you tonight, baby.”
    “You’re already inside me,” she teased.
    “Doesn’t mean I can’t pull out.” He started to do that, noticing how she forced herself backward, trying not to lose contact with his cock.
    A soft whine escaped her. “Don’t do that, Sir,” she begged. “I want you to fuck me. Please?”
    Yes, at first he’d been nervous, hesitant.
    Resistant.
    Now he loved the sound of her begging, whether for a fucking or his new favorite thing, over-the-knee spanking with his bare hand. Everyone had warned him early on that his hard limits might expand the longer their journey through this continued.
    Looked like their friends—and his boss, Tony—were all right about that.
    He used his hands on her hips to shove her back against the sofa. “I thought I got to say how and when and where I fucked you, hmm?”
    “Yes, Sir.” It was nearly a plaintive whine, now. “But I’m horny.”
    “So am I.” Before she could further protest, he grabbed her by the hair, fisting it around his hand, and pulled her up. Leading her around the couch like that, he sat and pulled her over his lap.
    She squirmed against him as he stroked her ass. “I think someone needs a nice spanking to get them in the mood.” He knew if he stuck his fingers in her pussy right then, she’d explode. He never went heavy on her with the spankings, just enough to make her ass a beautiful shade of pink and leave her tingling and close to coming.
    With one hand pinning the back of her neck and the other on her ass, he started spanking her. The sharp sounds of his palm landing on her flesh echoed through the room.
    After a moment, her squirming and squeals of pain soon turned into rhythmic humping and moans of pleasure as she found the sweet spot to rub herself against his thigh.
    Hell, his cock was twitching, leaking pre-cum, close to exploding from the sight and feel of her body.
    He thrust his fingers into her pussy and sure enough, she rewarded him with a long, low moan. Around his fingers her pussy contracted, pulsing, as he finger-fucked her. He used his thumb to rub her clit and enjoyed the way her toes curled, her hands drawing up into fists as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
    After he was sure she’d finished coming, he lifted her off his lap, bent her over the seat of the sofa, and knelt behind her. Once more, he sank his cock into her.
    With a hand in her hair he yanked her head back. “Better, baby?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she whined.
    He reached around her with his other hand and started fingering her clit. “Don’t make me have to get the vibrator out to get another one from you. If you do, you’ll spend the night tied up with the vibrating egg in your pussy.”
    She moaned again, responding, climaxing around his cock.
    Yes. That .
    Once he’d gotten it through his thick head that his domination of her could be more about pleasure than pain, he’d taken off with it. He loved tying her up and doing forced orgasm play with her, making her orgasm to the point she finally safeworded and he could then fuck her brains out.
    And she loved it, too.
    Now it almost felt like being newlyweds again, screwing like bunnies and wanting little more every day than to get home from work so he could figure out some new demented way to try to make her orgasm.
    Once she’d finished coming yet again, he grabbed her hips and fucked her in earnest. This time, he