I start, grinding my hips into the mattress. I’ve never felt anything like this. I had no idea I would like being dominated. I’ve only been intimate with one other man, and our sex never even meandered from vanilla to beige.
“I almost died tonight,” he says, giving me another smack. “And this is the thanks I get when I come back to you alive?”Smack.
Oh God, I feel that one in my clit.
My only answer is to moan and tip my hips forward, seeking friction and relief. If I don’t get off soon, I’m going to lose my mind.
“I tortured a man today.”
He’s not telling me anything I didn’t already suspect.
Smack.
“And do you know what I was thinking about the whole time?”
Smack.
I’m too far gone to reply. To think.
“All I could think about was fucking you. Stripping you naked. Getting you on your knees and watching as you suck me, giving you all the come I’ve been saving for you. Licking your cunt until you scream.”
Smack.
I can’t take it anymore.
“Please,” I beg, writhing into the comforter. “Just do it.”
He rubs my ass, massaging it where he was smacking, and then his fingers slide under my thong, finding my pussy.
“Cazzo, bella,” he growls. “You liked that, didn’t you? Your pussy is dripping.”
“Ungh.” A sound comes out of me that’s not even human as my hips dance, trying to get those fingers where I want them. In me.
He glances over my entrance, teasing. “Tell me what you want me to do. If you say it nicely, maybe I’ll give it to you.”
“I’ll do anything you want. I’ll take off my panties,” I mumble into the comforter, desperate now.
“Good wife.” He flips me onto my back in one fluid motion, and in the next, he’s the one pulling off my panties and whipping them down my legs before he tosses them over his shoulder. “Now beg me.”
I’ll do anything he wants at this point, but there’s a little bit of fight left in me, so I reach down, intending to at least relieve some of the need. He’s quick, catching my hand before I can touch myself.
“This pussy is mine,cara. No touching.” Then he spanks me again, right there.
My toes curl. I barely have a second to process before he pulls me to the edge of the bed and hooks my legs over his shoulders.
He kisses my inner thigh. “Now, beg me to let you come.”
He’s close, staring intently at my pussy like he’s never seen anything better. It’s so ridiculously hot that I can’t pretend I’m not melting from the inside out, desperate for his mouth on me.
“Please,” I blurt out. “Let me come.”
Finally, he takes pity on me and gives me what I need. He dips his head, and he swirls his tongue over my clit. My back bows from the bed at the wet glide as he licks and then takes me into his mouth, sucking so hard, all I can do is bury my fingers in his hair and hold on for dear life.
He feasts on me like he’s been starved, licking down my wet slit to my entrance. When he spears me with his tongue and fucks me with it, I can’t keep from crying out. Then his fingers replace his tongue, and he latches back on to my clit.
And I. Am. Done.
As he pumps two fingers deep inside me, curling them in a way that hits just the right place, he gives me another long suck, worrying the underside of my bud with his teeth. The pleasure is so intense that I’m practically hyperventilating as release roars through me like a plane taking off on a runway. I come so hard that I feel a warm rush of liquid squirt from me.
