Her Imaginary Lover by Doris O'Connor

for me baby. You want me to fuck this sweet ass of yours, don't
you?" His breath felt cool across her slick folds, and his fingers dug
into her thighs as he spread her wider, and Macie lost the ability to think at
the first touch of his tongue.
    He
licked her from slit to clit and back again, until she was so close to coming
she didn’t even know what the sounds were spilling from her mouth.
    Seconds
before she reached that all elusive peak, he withdrew, and she thumped her head
against the table in frustration.
    "Bastard,
err, Sir."
    He
laughed and then rained a series of hard swats on her ass that left her
breathless and even wetter.
    "Oh
your butt reddens beautifully under my hands, my sweet, and let's gets one
thing straight. I will not tolerate you using cuss words. Your mouth is far too
pretty for anything that nasty to come out of it. If we were in my realm I'd
shove a gag inside that foul sounding mouth and then strap a vibrator inside
you with just enough force to keep you on the edge without coming. How would
you like that?"
    Macie
shook her head and swallowed nervously.
    "No,
Sir, thank you, Sir, I wouldn't like that at all."
    The
air displacement gave her a second's warning before he tunneled his tongue into
her pussy hole, and she climbed back up those delicious rungs of tingling bliss
before he once again withdrew.
    Macie
keened her disappointment, and he delivered several more open handed swats to
her ass, before he attacked her swollen and sensitive pussy again.
    Macie
lost count how many times he spanked her and then revved her up again before
withdrawing. Time lost all meaning. All that mattered were the painful swats to
her ass that morphed into blissful heat, which suffused her entire body until
she felt on fire for this man.
    From
far, far away she heard his voice eventually, and she flinched when something
cold hit her ass crack.
    "Sorry,
my sweet, this will only last a moment."
    Even
in her blissful state of sensory overload, she heard the harsh edge to his
voice, and she remembered that he had yet to come himself.
    Kaylom slid two lubed
fingers through her nether hole, and Macie made a conscious effort to relax her
muscles as he scissored them and thrust in and out of
her tight ring. Two more fingers followed, and Macie bit her lip as nerve
endings flared to life. He flicked her clit while continuing to thrust his
fingers in and out of her ass, and Macie saw stars.
    Her
long denied orgasm burst from her with a gut wrenching cry, and she lost her
grip on the table when the burning in her ass briefly became unbearable and
then she was full.
    "That's
my girl, I'm in. I'm fucking you, baby. Making you mine."
    One
hand on her hip the other buried in her hair, Kaylom went wild, and Macie lost herself in the maelstrom of sensations overwhelming
her. Her wrist caught fire again, and she screamed as another, much more
powerful orgasm rocked through her system. His hot cum filled her ass, he bit
her shoulder, and the world went dark.
    ****
    When
she next became aware of her surroundings she was back on her bed, and Kaylom was gently washing her with a warm cloth. She grinned,
spread her legs wider to give him better access, and moaned at the slight
friction the cloth created against her oversensitive clit.
    "Minx,
behave. You won't be up for another round yet."
    Macie
pouted, and Kaylom laughed. He cupped her face and
kissed her. A tender brush of his lips over hers that made her feel loved and
cherished, and she sighed and snuggled into his embrace. With Kaylom's steady heartbeat under her ear, his body heat and
strength surrounding her, she felt safe and above all loved.
    "I
love you," she said, and Kaylom hugged her
closer.
    "And
I love you, my bratty little human."
    The
reminder that he was different from her punched a hole in her bubble of
happiness.
    "What
happens now?" she asked.