keep that front door locked,” he growled.
She sat up in the bed, alert to the possibility he was serious. “Sorry, sir.”
A twitch of his lip gave him away. “Do you need me to help you remember?” he asked, slowly unbuckling his belt.
She scrambled backward on the bed. “No, sir.”
He smiled a slow, dangerous smile as he pulled the belt free of his belt loops and doubled it, smacking his palm with a resounding whap. He grinned when she jumped at the sound. “Come here, little girl,” he said, crooking a finger. “I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
She crawled slowly off the bed and approached, trying to figure out how she could call the whole thing off. As if there was an audience she didn’t want to hear, she whispered, “I didn’t really want, I mean--”
He put an arm around her waist and pulled her body up against his, smirking down at her and lifting his eyebrows. “You didn’t want a spanking?”
She gave a tiny shake of her head. “No?”
“I think you do,” he said, brushing his lips over her temple. “I think you want the spanking, but you’re just a little scared.” He nipped at her neck. “Am I right?”
Sophie’s nipples poked through the thin cotton of her worn t-shirt, which was the only thing she wore besides a pair of black boy-cut panties. She lifted her pale green eyes to his and gave a tiny nod. He felt a surge of protectiveness at her vulnerability. Giving her his warmest smile, he promised, “You can trust me, Soph.”
“Do I get a safe word or something?”
“Sure, if you want. But I’ll pay attention. Do you believe that?”
She smiled shyly and nodded.
“Bend over the bed, naughty girl.”
She cast him a pleading look, but obediently turned and folded her torso over the bed. He took his time peeling the little briefs down to her thighs, admiring the tight lean muscles of her ass and thighs. He swung the doubled belt lightly a few times, testing his aim, then picked up the intensity, enjoying the sound of her gasps and the way her hips danced about to assuage the pain. He kept the pace slow enough for her to stay in control, only using one quarter of his strength. When he felt her grow agitated, he stopped and rubbed her warm ass with his hand. She arched her low back and rocked her pelvis forward to present herself to him, sending any self-control he had up in flames. He fumbled for a condom with the fingers of one hand as the digits of the other slid into the sweet heat of her ready slit.
She moaned, making his cock strain wildly against his pants. He freed it and rolled the condom on in record time, pushing into Sophie’s welcoming sex while he reached his hand around the front to rub her clit. She orgasmed immediately, so he pressed deeply inside her until the clench of her muscles around his cock had spent and her body relaxed.
“Turn around, baby,” he said, pulling out. She made a protesting sound when his cock left her, but obediently turned around. He picked her legs up to bring her feet to his shoulders, tearing the briefs off her legs and biting her calf as his eager cock sought her entrance. Finding it, he slid in without assistance and began to pump slowly, relishing the feel of her tight channel.
“So hot,” he murmured as she pulled up her thin T-shirt and pinched her own nipples. She undulated her hips, giving his balls a delicious rub every time they flattened against her. “Oh, God, Sophie, yeah,” he groaned, gripping her thighs and hauling her closer. “You are so. Fucking. Hot right now.”
“Yes,” she moaned and he lost all control, coming all too soon, but wringing out every last bit of satisfaction so when he shot his load and was spent, he felt dizzy with completion.
“Whoa.” He toppled down beside her, lost in the sensation of pleasure and gratitude. “You are amazing.”
“Mmm,” she purred, her hands stroking over his chest.
“You have about 90 minutes to stop that,” he joked.
“Oh yeah?” She
She sat up in the bed, alert to the possibility he was serious. “Sorry, sir.”
A twitch of his lip gave him away. “Do you need me to help you remember?” he asked, slowly unbuckling his belt.
She scrambled backward on the bed. “No, sir.”
He smiled a slow, dangerous smile as he pulled the belt free of his belt loops and doubled it, smacking his palm with a resounding whap. He grinned when she jumped at the sound. “Come here, little girl,” he said, crooking a finger. “I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
She crawled slowly off the bed and approached, trying to figure out how she could call the whole thing off. As if there was an audience she didn’t want to hear, she whispered, “I didn’t really want, I mean--”
He put an arm around her waist and pulled her body up against his, smirking down at her and lifting his eyebrows. “You didn’t want a spanking?”
She gave a tiny shake of her head. “No?”
“I think you do,” he said, brushing his lips over her temple. “I think you want the spanking, but you’re just a little scared.” He nipped at her neck. “Am I right?”
Sophie’s nipples poked through the thin cotton of her worn t-shirt, which was the only thing she wore besides a pair of black boy-cut panties. She lifted her pale green eyes to his and gave a tiny nod. He felt a surge of protectiveness at her vulnerability. Giving her his warmest smile, he promised, “You can trust me, Soph.”
“Do I get a safe word or something?”
“Sure, if you want. But I’ll pay attention. Do you believe that?”
She smiled shyly and nodded.
“Bend over the bed, naughty girl.”
She cast him a pleading look, but obediently turned and folded her torso over the bed. He took his time peeling the little briefs down to her thighs, admiring the tight lean muscles of her ass and thighs. He swung the doubled belt lightly a few times, testing his aim, then picked up the intensity, enjoying the sound of her gasps and the way her hips danced about to assuage the pain. He kept the pace slow enough for her to stay in control, only using one quarter of his strength. When he felt her grow agitated, he stopped and rubbed her warm ass with his hand. She arched her low back and rocked her pelvis forward to present herself to him, sending any self-control he had up in flames. He fumbled for a condom with the fingers of one hand as the digits of the other slid into the sweet heat of her ready slit.
She moaned, making his cock strain wildly against his pants. He freed it and rolled the condom on in record time, pushing into Sophie’s welcoming sex while he reached his hand around the front to rub her clit. She orgasmed immediately, so he pressed deeply inside her until the clench of her muscles around his cock had spent and her body relaxed.
“Turn around, baby,” he said, pulling out. She made a protesting sound when his cock left her, but obediently turned around. He picked her legs up to bring her feet to his shoulders, tearing the briefs off her legs and biting her calf as his eager cock sought her entrance. Finding it, he slid in without assistance and began to pump slowly, relishing the feel of her tight channel.
“So hot,” he murmured as she pulled up her thin T-shirt and pinched her own nipples. She undulated her hips, giving his balls a delicious rub every time they flattened against her. “Oh, God, Sophie, yeah,” he groaned, gripping her thighs and hauling her closer. “You are so. Fucking. Hot right now.”
“Yes,” she moaned and he lost all control, coming all too soon, but wringing out every last bit of satisfaction so when he shot his load and was spent, he felt dizzy with completion.
“Whoa.” He toppled down beside her, lost in the sensation of pleasure and gratitude. “You are amazing.”
“Mmm,” she purred, her hands stroking over his chest.
“You have about 90 minutes to stop that,” he joked.
“Oh yeah?” She
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