“I’m not your toy!”I hiss.
“You are what I say you are. But this time, you are right, you are not my toy, Anastasia.You’re my pet. Now, turn around and don’t makeme add more punishments than necessary,” he says as he keeps stroking himself as he watches me.
I want to do as he says, every demand coming from him turns me on. But shame still fills me quickly, too much, too heavy. So, I don’t move, a mistake I might regret.
“Okay then,” he says, grabbing me and turning me around himself, my stomach pressedagainst the backrest of the couch
I try fighting him off me though his touch feels like a blessing. I try to get away, to run, but he only grabs me harder, making it hurt in a way that turns into pleasure. He holdmy wrists against my back, locking me in place. He is fully in control and I decide to accept the fact.
“With each slap, you’ll count. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
The smack lands on my ass and I jump in place, the sound filling the room, and I hate how much I enjoy it.
“One,” I whisper.
Another one lands, this time on the other cheek. A whimper leaves my body. “Two.”
“You’re doing so good, babydoll, you’reso goodfor me.” He leans close as he speaks, his hard cock pressing against me as he places a kiss on my head. My eyes roll back as I moan.
Then, another smack, harder than the two before, echoing and forcing tears to my eyes.
“Three.”
Chapter 8
Brian
Precum keeps leaking from my cock at the sight and sound of the woman I’ve been desiring for years. No one else has mattered, it’s always been about her.
I’ve fucked many before, but somehow, I’ve never been able to get the thought of her out of my head.
Seven more slaps land on her ass before I stop. “We’re done. Now turn around.”
She does as I say this time, quick learner, hopefully. My heart breaks as I see her watery eyes and red nose, and how her body sinks. But she’ll learn. I stroke her cheek with my thumb, and she leans into my touch gracefully.
"Touch it,” I say.
She looks up at me, eyes darting all over my body. A few seconds pass before she finally reaches forward, her hand wrapping around my length, moving up and down slowly.
I grab her wrist and hold it still, using her hand to please myself. But it’s not enough.“Open your mouth, baby.” Her eyes close for a moment, and a shaky exhale leaves her lips. She is enjoying this, against every fiber of her being. I smile as her hand slowly finds that hot place between her legs, but I force sternnessinto my voice. “And stop touching yourself when I haven’t given your permission to do so.”
Her eyebrows draw in with frustration. It’s very telling that she enjoys this, though she seems to struggle with accepting it herself.
She comes closer as she parts her lips for me, and I guide myself inside her mouth. The second my cock lands on her tongue, I know I’m doomed. She is everything I imagined and more. I won’t let myself come though, I know that the second I do, I’ll lose myself in her forever.
You’re already lost in her, you fool.
“Oh, fuck,” I watch as my cock moves in and out, holding her head while fucking her mouth. “Mhm, just like that baby, you’re being so good for me,” I say with a smirk on my lips as I watch her, and a whimper leaves me.
I force myself to let go, removing myself from her touch before I go insane.
“Go to bed, Anastasia.” I don’t want her to, but I need her out of my sight before I lose the last fragment of patience I’m holding on to.
