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“Who has the right to fuck it or spank it?”
“You, sir.”
“Then get those legs open and do not attempt to keep me from what is mine.” I purposefully barked out the command and she instantly obeyed.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Prove it by counting each stroke and asking for the next.” I slapped her sex, the sound followed by her voice.
“One, may I have another, sir?”
Again and again, I granted her request, watching as her cunt reddened, felt her flesh heating, saw her clit swell larger than I’d ever seen it before. Her thighs trembled, her toes dug into the quilt, her belly quivered, but every single slap was followed by the correct count and her request for another. When the last of the dozen was delivered, she changed the mantra.
“Twelve. Than-thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, not having missed the fact that even while being punished, her sex never once stopped leaking its cream… like it was doing its own weeping. Planting my hands on either side of her hips, I pushed into her, my entry easy with her copious wetness, allowing me to bury my entire length to the hilt in one thrust. I withdrew completely, then pushed deep again. Pulling out, I moved up her body, sitting on the breasts I’d punished.
Her eyes were wide, the look in them one of complete submission.
“What do you see?” I asked, my cock almost touching her chin.
“Your cock, sir.”
“What is it coated with?” I asked, my entire shaft coated with my wife’s essence.
“My… my cream.”
“No, Hannah. My cock is coated with the tears that your cunt wept during its spanking. Tell me, are these tears of pain? Tears caused by my palm harming you?”
Her blonde head shook; her blue eyes shone. “No, sir. They are tears of gratitude. Tears of thanks for proving that I am yours, that my pussy belongs to you and you alone.”
That was exactly what I’d hoped to hear. Nodding, I bent to kiss her lips, not hard, but soft before sitting back again. “Who does your mouth belong to?”
“You, sir.”
“Who is the only person allowed to kiss it, to bite those swollen lips? Who is permitted to thrust inside with tongue or cock?”
“Only you, sir.”
“That’s right. Open.”
She opened her mouth and I guided my cock between those perfect, plump lips.
“Suck off your tears and know that you are mine.”
Her lips closed around my shaft and her tongue obeyed the command. Her cheeks hollowed with each suckle. I pushed further, nudging against the back of her throat. She gagged but didn’t open her lips. They tightened instead and her tongue flicked and licked. I pulled back enough to allow her to drag a deep breath in through her nose.
“Every inch,” I instructed and drove deep, forcing my cockhead into her throat until her lips met the root of my shaft. It felt heavenly. “I own this mouth. I own this throat.” Watching her closely, I saw the moment she began to panic. “I own your very breath.” I held for another few seconds, and then pulled free. She gasped, her chest struggling beneath my ass to rise as she drew in oxygen to replace what had been deprived when I’d deep-throated her.
“Tha-thank you, sir,” she said once she’d regained her breath.
“You’re welcome,” I said, giving her another kiss before once again moving down her body. My cock complained about being kept from the release it so craved, but I had no plans to come in her cunt or her mouth. She’d asked to be claimed, for me to take every single inch of her, and I was going to honor that request.
There was a definite wet spot beneath her pussy that made me smile. Her body might tremble, she might gag, but she was loving every slap, swat, bite, kiss, and suckle. She whimpered as I ran my fingers up and down her sex, lifting her hips when I refused to touch her clit.
“Get that ass down,” I said, my fingers stilling. “I want you to feel every welt you earned. Grind it against the mattress.”
She whimpered but lowered her hips and shifted her bottom from side to side.
