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“It’s probably dangerous letting you inside.”
One of his hands went immediately to my rear end, easily finding bare flesh, since my robe was short. His other hand came around the front and probed inside the silk, finding a soft breast to rest on. He caressed it very slowly as his hard body rested casually against mine.
“You like going to your limits, Alexandra?” he whispered in my ear.
“You’ve taken me there today,” I remarked, and my head fell back against his shoulder.
He felt up my ass, roughly, determinedly – the hand that had slapped me, wielded the paddle, and probed me mercilessly was now bringing back all the feelings that one long evening of abuse had produced. When I felt a finger at my anal cleft, I breathed deep, relaxed and let the invasion begin. It was what I’d been waiting for, and I needed it now. I moved against him in the encompassing silence, just the sounds of our breathing, and the tiny kisses he laid on the crook of my neck. A day’s worth of tension fell away as I let him have me, all the while thinking there could be nothing more appropriate than this.
He remained fixed against me, then led me to the couch and pushed me down against it. He held me close the whole while, as if to let me go, I’d be lost. His strong thighs against the back of my thighs were security. His one hand holding me at the waist was an assurance. The cold liquid in my rear cleft was startling, but welcome—with all the hot fires lit on my skin, and inside my body, the cool sensations soothed me.
He worked my bottom with his hand, reminding me how much I liked the sore feeling. The further he probed my anus, the more I wanted to be entered there. Nothing else would do. Why couldn’t I have figured this out with Will?
I was opening easily for him, much easier than the first time. The thick lubricant made his penetration swift and sure, and the burst of crude sensations set off a dozen fireworks everywhere. He pushed himself against my ass, slapping me with a few sharp smacks, though nothing I didn’t want.
“God, yes, Reg…” I cried, and cried again, as he slowly worked his cock in and out of my back door. Then, just as I’d gotten used to the easy rhythm, he suddenly rammed himself inside me. He fucked me hard, as if being gentle no longer mattered – and by then it really didn’t. Despite the intensity of the act, I could have taken him in my ass all night long if he’d wanted to be there.
However, it didn’t take but a few minutes to satisfy himself. Sensing his mounting pleasure, I replied, moving my hips against him. He answered back with his dick thrusting madly at my back door, and finally jerking with a few quick thrusts. A luscious sounding moan of pleasure greeted my ears as I felt him climax. My own finish was a hairsbreadth away. Sensing my rising orgasm, he gave me the gift of his hands playing with my crotch until I came. Then we both collapsed against the cool of the couch, falling on our sides, Reggie still fixed behind me so I couldn’t see his face.
“You can’t leave tonight,” I told him. It sounded like a command, but he didn’t flinch at it.
“Don’t worry. I’m too tired to move,” he moaned. I was glad to know I’d have him in my bed with me all night, just for comfort if nothing else. We were both exhausted, though he still had enough energy to squeeze my aching ass cheeks as I led him off to bed. Once between the sheets, however, I was soundly asleep in seconds, and I imagine he was, too.
I couldn’t believe any man could know me so well and we’d never slept together, not even for a night. But we might as well have been platonic friends as lovers for all the attention we gave each other between those wee hours and the waiting morning.
***
I was surprised at daybreak to find Reggie was still sleeping beside me, a stray arm reaching out to tickle my sides when he moved. Looking at his face the sternness was much less apparent. I’d never seen him look quite so vulnerable.
Rising, I took my shower quickly; then went to the kitchen to make us breakfast, though it seemed awkwardly domestic. Reggie and I had never had common place interactions; our times together had always risen above such mundane things as eating, sleeping and the normal business of life.
It was eight o’clock, admittedly early for a Saturday morning when we could have slept until noon. Yet, I had something important to do and I was not about to sleep any later.
When Reggie walked through the bedroom door, just as I was putting muffins, juice and coffee on the table, I was glad he looked ready to leave. I wasn’t sure when he had awakened, but he was already fresh washed, spanking clean, and looking like a million dollars, even though he wore the same clothes he’d worn the evening before. It’s a real gift, looking perfect all the time, must be something that comes naturally, a quality Reggie had down pat.
“How charming,” he said, seeing me with my apron on, and the breakfast on the table.
“I’m a multifaceted woman,” I quipped.
“These from scratch?” he asked, sitting down at the table, and taking a muffin from the basket.
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“Yes.”
“Now, I’m really impressed.”
I chuckled, and poured him some juice.
“You care to be spanked this morning?” he asked. I didn’t know if he was serious or not, but I certainly knew my answer.
“No, not really.”
“Good, I think you’ve had enough, at least for now.”
“So my punishment is not over?”
“Not quite,” he said.
