Within seconds my wrists are bound together and tied to the headboard. He leaves my feet untethered and I wonder if it’s because he wants to or because he’s changing. Sean is different now, isn’t he? This isn’t like the first time he did this to me. Besides, I volunteered. I knew what I was giving permission for this time. Maybe I’m the one who’s changed.
I feel his breath in my ear before I hear his voice. “Stop thinking.” I try to shove all the thoughts from my mind, but I kind of suck at it. Sean’s hand comes down hard on my bare ass. The sting makes me yelp. “Say, ‘yes, sir.’”
My lips curl into a defiant , smug, expression. “Yes, Sean.”
His hand comes down again, stinging the other cheek. I gasp, and try to look back at him, but I can’t see him very well. He’s directly behind me and I can only make out his location. “Wrong words will get you punished, Miss Smith. I want you to say, ‘ yes, sir .’”
An insane urge to defy him rouses inside of me as a smile creeps across my face. I mean, what’s he going to do? Hit me again? I kind of like that a little bit. It makes my girlie parts tingle. I’d be good with another slap. So I chide, “Yes, Mr. Jones.”
Sean lets out a little noise, like he can’t believe I defied him again, but his shock is short lived. He takes a pillow and shoves it under my hips , before parting my legs. I have no idea what he’s going to do, but I like it. Thrill rushes through my veins, making me tug at my restraints. I want to tease him and do everything I shouldn’t. Maybe I’m as messed up as he is.
He holds my legs open wide and with that deep voice of his, gives me another chance. “ Stop thinking.”
I’m insane. “No.” The word rings out like someone slapped a gong.
My ass is in the air, thanks to the pillow. I expect his hand to come down on my round cheeks again, but it doesn’t. Instead his open palm slaps me between my thighs, stinging my most sensitive parts. The jolt startles me and I try to crawl away, but Sean holds my hips still. “Say it.”
I bite my lips and feel his hand come down again. This time it brings tears to my eyes, but there’s something else , too. I don’t know how to describe it. My insides feel like they’re on fire and I want to be sated. Am I as messed up as he is? He’s spanking my pussy and I like it. What the hell does that mean? Before another thought can cross my mind, his hand lands between my legs again and I yelp.
Without warning, Sean slips a finger up into me and I gasp. He’s quiet for a moment and then removes his hand and leans over my back, pressing his body to me. His face appears next to mine, lightly pushing my cheek into the pillows. “So, it appears that you have a rather deviant desire, since getting spanked makes you so wet.”
“It does not. I—” before I can finish my lie, Sean shoves the finger that was inside me into my mouth.
“Suck.” My tongue tastes the sweetness and recognizes my scent. I do as he says, and suck his finger until it’s gone and I only taste Sean’s skin. “Good girl. And remember, behavior that pleases me will be rewarded.”
I like the sound of that. “Anything I want?”
“Yes, if you behave yourself. Up until now, I have to say, you’ve been rather naughty. I’d slap you again, but I think you actually like it, so onto other things.”
I nearly whine, okay, beg , for him to do more, but think better of it. Crazy Sean sounds more composed than I thought he’d be, which is interesting. “Back to you being good—say, ‘yes, sir.’”
I make a face into the pillow and mutter. “Yes , sir.” Being bad is more fun, at least I think it is until I feel Sean’s naked body pressed to my back and he’s kissing me. Damn, he stripped fast. His hard length pushes against my butt cheeks as his lips find the spot on my shoulder that makes me melt. He’s close to finding my slut button—the spot that makes me totally wanton—so I
I feel his breath in my ear before I hear his voice. “Stop thinking.” I try to shove all the thoughts from my mind, but I kind of suck at it. Sean’s hand comes down hard on my bare ass. The sting makes me yelp. “Say, ‘yes, sir.’”
My lips curl into a defiant , smug, expression. “Yes, Sean.”
His hand comes down again, stinging the other cheek. I gasp, and try to look back at him, but I can’t see him very well. He’s directly behind me and I can only make out his location. “Wrong words will get you punished, Miss Smith. I want you to say, ‘ yes, sir .’”
An insane urge to defy him rouses inside of me as a smile creeps across my face. I mean, what’s he going to do? Hit me again? I kind of like that a little bit. It makes my girlie parts tingle. I’d be good with another slap. So I chide, “Yes, Mr. Jones.”
Sean lets out a little noise, like he can’t believe I defied him again, but his shock is short lived. He takes a pillow and shoves it under my hips , before parting my legs. I have no idea what he’s going to do, but I like it. Thrill rushes through my veins, making me tug at my restraints. I want to tease him and do everything I shouldn’t. Maybe I’m as messed up as he is.
He holds my legs open wide and with that deep voice of his, gives me another chance. “ Stop thinking.”
I’m insane. “No.” The word rings out like someone slapped a gong.
My ass is in the air, thanks to the pillow. I expect his hand to come down on my round cheeks again, but it doesn’t. Instead his open palm slaps me between my thighs, stinging my most sensitive parts. The jolt startles me and I try to crawl away, but Sean holds my hips still. “Say it.”
I bite my lips and feel his hand come down again. This time it brings tears to my eyes, but there’s something else , too. I don’t know how to describe it. My insides feel like they’re on fire and I want to be sated. Am I as messed up as he is? He’s spanking my pussy and I like it. What the hell does that mean? Before another thought can cross my mind, his hand lands between my legs again and I yelp.
Without warning, Sean slips a finger up into me and I gasp. He’s quiet for a moment and then removes his hand and leans over my back, pressing his body to me. His face appears next to mine, lightly pushing my cheek into the pillows. “So, it appears that you have a rather deviant desire, since getting spanked makes you so wet.”
“It does not. I—” before I can finish my lie, Sean shoves the finger that was inside me into my mouth.
“Suck.” My tongue tastes the sweetness and recognizes my scent. I do as he says, and suck his finger until it’s gone and I only taste Sean’s skin. “Good girl. And remember, behavior that pleases me will be rewarded.”
I like the sound of that. “Anything I want?”
“Yes, if you behave yourself. Up until now, I have to say, you’ve been rather naughty. I’d slap you again, but I think you actually like it, so onto other things.”
I nearly whine, okay, beg , for him to do more, but think better of it. Crazy Sean sounds more composed than I thought he’d be, which is interesting. “Back to you being good—say, ‘yes, sir.’”
I make a face into the pillow and mutter. “Yes , sir.” Being bad is more fun, at least I think it is until I feel Sean’s naked body pressed to my back and he’s kissing me. Damn, he stripped fast. His hard length pushes against my butt cheeks as his lips find the spot on my shoulder that makes me melt. He’s close to finding my slut button—the spot that makes me totally wanton—so I
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